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I don’t know of any serious writer who doesn’t have a bottomless drawer with projects that just didn’t go anywhere. Completed novels, plays, film ideas, poems, all in the bottom drawer, wasted. But was that really a waste of time? … Continue reading
There comes a point in every creation, be it a novel, a play, or even a biography, when the editing comes to end. But there is this niggling feeling something is not finished. You start to fuss with words here … Continue reading
Dear Agent Can I send you my very first novel? It’s only seven hundred thousand odd words. Errg…I don’t think so. A large novel is daunting. It just is. It’s physically large to hold, expensive to produce, and has … Continue reading
I was talking to someone the other day about editing as I am in the middle of doing a final edit on my Irish novel. I want to shout with joy, finally the end is at sight. It’s gone … 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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I love expressions! I cannot get enough of them. I keep a little black notebook full of new ones that I know one day, I will use. I … Continue reading
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I never loved my name. Growing up I wanted an exciting, different name, and better still, anything other than my own, Susan … Continue reading
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The old typewriter was a large part of my childhood. I made my first attempts to type on its stubby olive keys, under the watchful eye of my father. I was not aware of the emotion attached to my childish … Continue reading
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