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‘Where now? Where are we safe?’ ‘Nowhere.’ And so, at this somewhat troubling point, I reach the thirty-seventh chapter of Mr Tumnal’s story. It’s a turning point for them to realise that they are safe nowhere, but it is Nowhere…
Continue readingI have been an absentee writer to the story of my Mr Tumnal, and I hate myself for it. That’s not to say that I’ve not been busy and productive in other ways, but I always feel this way after…
Continue readingKathryn drifted off to explore some of the other rooms, finding a long gallery filled with pictures – some old paintings and some modern photographs. She was drawn instinctively to one, recognising it immediately as herself, taken by Louis when…
Continue readingBack home and Kathryn retrieved up the screwed up ball of paper from under her deck and flattened it out. She stood and stared at it, trying to work out if she should or not. She got as far as…
Continue reading…the end of part three of four of Mr Tumnal is in sight. 60999 / 80000 words. 76% done!
Continue reading‘Of course if I do happen to see Mr Tumnal, or hear from him, I shall be sure to let him know that – that—’ ‘Kathryn.’ ‘That Kathryn was looking for him.’ She smiled. Almost immediately as Kathryn had said…
Continue reading‘So he does exist then? Louis…’ said Charlotte. ‘Well he’s not my imaginary friend, if that’s what you’re asking.’ Kathryn laughed. 55797 / 80000 words. 70% done!
Continue readingIn fact, I’ve been writing lots. After a bit of a hiatus, I got back to writing just before my holiday in June, spending a good portion of the drive down to Cornwall reading my own novel on the motorway…
Continue readingKathryn remained at the bar, patiently waiting her turn and looking at the range of real cask ales and traditional ciders. Ever since the days when there had been an actual press at The Press and this was the daily…
Continue readingI had a part review of the first eight chapter of Mr Tumnal from Sophie today. Whilst the first part of her critique filled me with horror: I’m enjoying your story, it’s quite a mystery. I still feel as if…
Continue readingKathryn felt the passion of this story more than any other. She felt the pain of Tam’s life in her heart, and through it a connection to it. Immediately upon finishing it she read it over again and returned to…
Continue readingHad a bit of a revelation this week as regards the titles of four parts of Mr Tumnal’s story. Picking up on the auTumnal theme I now have: 1) Summers School; 2) Autumn Leaves; 3) Cold Winter; and 4) Spring…
Continue readingYesterday I turned the cover on a new leather bound notebook for the second half of writing Mr Tumnal. It smells new and delicious and inviting to the pen. At times when I write my novel, my handwriting and resemble…
Continue readingAs I write my way towards the mid-point in the story, we find out that the complicated relationship Kathryn Summers has with Louis Tumnal is about to get a bit more complicated… 34451 / 80000 words. 43% done!
Continue readingOn Saturday Emma and I went to Snowshill Manor, the former home of Charles Wade, an eccentric collector of the highest order. He bought the manor house on the side of a Cotswold hill and filled it with his collection…
Continue readingNot, it should be said, my novel, but Louis’ life. The good things in his life are coming to a head and things are about to get more complicated for Mr Tumnal. 32676 / 80000 words. 41% done!
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