I’m very fond of these little handbooks by Christina Foyle, who joined her father in the publishing game at the tender age of 17. These books, small and handy were full of valuable information. Just the sort of book to read … Continue reading
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I was out in the Wilds of Washington, ( no Starbucks in sight) when I found this little second hand bookshop with the Mad Hatter just about to do a walk about. I love second hand bookshops, there is something … Continue reading
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Rochester, Kent, has a special place in my heart. I first discovered Rochester as a young girl. We were in Sheerness Kent and set out for a wonderful summer’s day with promises to be home by tea time. With change … Continue reading
When a novel is finished there is always the period of mourning and loss. The character’s that you have spent so many hours with have nothing more to say to you, you’ve written countless drafts, it’s endured edit after edit, … Continue reading
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The leaves are starting to turn colour and I am suddenly full of energy. Does the weather affect your writing habits? It does mine. When it’s hot and sunny, I’m miserable and grumpy and want to do nothing more than … Continue reading
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Do you buy a book based on a review? Does a good one put you off? Apparently some top-selling authors are so insecure about their books, they have resorted to writing their own fake reviews. What’s so stunning about this … Continue reading
If you haven’t heard of, or read Fifty Shades of Grey, where have you been? I took a look at the book after hearing all the hype and wanted to see what was the fuss. The first thing that I … Continue reading
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When I was down beside the sea, a wooden spade they gave to me to dig the sandy shores….That was the first poem I ever memorised along with another, a really odd choice, the melancholic poem by Verlaine.. Il pleure … Continue reading
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It snowed the other day. Ted, my trusty wire fox terrier, decided that my hours at the desk were done, and it was now his time for his walk. We set off into the city woods, an acre or two … Continue reading
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Sometimes going back in time is a colossal mistake. I remember traipsing after my father along Charing Cross Road to various little bookshops with lead fronted windows and solid wood doors. I didn’t pay too much attention to the shop’s … Continue reading
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