I’m writing this while listening to my youngest son having his guitar lesson. He’s learning a rather tricky piece (Brown Eyed Girl) but he’s trying his best, listening intently to his teacher and asking questions. He’s determined to get it right and I’m impressed with his perseverance. My eldest son is learning to play piano,… Continue reading The magic of music
Last night the clocks went back an hour. Spring forward, Fall back is how I remember which way the clocks turn. We often complain there is never enough time in the day to do what we want to do. Yet twice a year we become time travellers, without the need of a T.A.R.D.I.S or a Time… Continue reading We’re all time travellers, you know.
Poor Marnie Shaw. For an 11-year-old girl I certainly put her through a lot. I finished my first draft of The Mystery of Yapton Farm a year ago, and here I am, changing it again. First I’m deleting chapters, then I’m adding more in. Then I’m moving chapters about, then merging them together. Today I… Continue reading Creating suspense
I often wonder why, when things don’t go well, I still keep writing. Why I put myself through all the uncertainty, the disappointment, the “oh this is so rubbish, I write like a five-year-old”. There are thousands of writers out there and only a fraction of them get their work published. Why work hard to… Continue reading Why write?
“Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful” William Morris. William Morris is a bit of a hero of mine. I love the arts and crafts philosophy; the denunciation of modern industrialism and the return to traditional craft methods. The whole period, spanning the mid 19th… Continue reading The Beautiful and The Useful