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Kathryn 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 reading”To one side a slug quartet was playing…” oh, no, that should be string quartet…! Such was the realisation that I really should be able to read my own writing. Of course, on reading this, my darling emej was kind…
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 readingWhat follows presupposes that at some before I die I have written lots of book which make, if in a small way, some kind of impact. This being the case, if, at some point in the future, either me or…
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’m currently reading 13 Curses, the second book in Michelle Harrison’s trilogy of dark fairies books. She worked for an Oxford-based publisher at the same time as I did (although I never actually knew her) and recently I read this…
Continue readingThis post began life in a comment to a recent post by Helen; one that made me consider art vs. craft of writing a novel. I think that I too might have payed too much attention to doing something different…
Continue readingI had a bit of a revelation moment today. For a long time I have found it very hard to say in two or three concise lines what it is that The End of All Worlds is about. And then…
Continue readingFurther to reading this interesting article about self-publishing eBooks I have been giving serious thought to publishing my last novel, The End Of All Worlds, as an eBook, or more precisely a serialisation of eBooks. The book is neatly divided…
Continue readingFor much of part three of Mr Tumnal, Louis, is absent from the story. The Cold Winter is upon us, and Kathryn is being exposed to various literary popculture references. She is receiving seemingly unconnected Christmas presents from her friends…
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 reading“I had been working hard at my book; it was one of those rare days of authorship when everything seemed to go right; the words flowed unbidden from my pen, and the time had passed unheeded, so that it was…
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…
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