The last three months have been chaos. But now that New Year’s Eve is here, it’s time to look backwards in order to take the next step…
It feels like only a few hours ago that I was posting about celebrating my birthday in Devon. Yet an entire month has passed since then, and I’ve hardly had time to breathe, nevermind write. We started off the month with another bout of Covid — this time it was my partner who went downContinue reading “September ’22 – Into the Whirlwind”
Today is my birthday. As I write this, I’m sitting at a kitchen table in south Devon, celebrating with my partner and his family. August was a month of maybes. Between job uncertainty with my partner, a bout of depression, rising living costs and everything else, I found myself wondering what the future could possiblyContinue reading “August ’22 – On Waiting”
Sometimes writing a first draft is more like getting lost in a city, and sometimes it’s more like planning the perfect vacation. Either way, things rarely go completely according to plan….
It’s been a whirlwind of a month, July, and I’m going to admit: I’ve been struggling. I’ve been struggling with my health, with my work, with my stories. There were moments, in these past few weeks, where it felt like it was all just too much to deal with. There were days when I wanted toContinue reading “July ’22 – On Purpose”
“Do you even know what a holiday is?” Confession time. I’ve just come back to the UK from a couple weeks in Malta. The Boy and I are hoping to move there soon, and so, even with work deadlines approaching, we decided to fly out and see whether we could sort out our accommodations andContinue reading “June ’22 – On Holidays”
Believe me, I am still alive… but boy, has it been a while. And it’s been a lot as well, but I suppose that’s the nature of life, to barrel on heedlessly while we cling on for dear life. That said, I’m going to try to keep this blog updated more regularly, but part ofContinue reading “May ’22 – On New Adventures”
Dear 2021, It’s been a while. We had such high hopes. Yet here we are, at the end of you, sitting amongst crumples of wrapping paper and the leftovers from Christmas dinner. And really, all I have to say to you right now is: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT? It’s tempting to blame Covid forContinue reading “December – On Almosts”
Covid, second drafts, beach weekends, and more, oh my!
There are things they don’t tell you about being an agented fiction writer. Some of this stuff, I learned the hard way when I briefly picked up the interest of an agent’s assistant on my first novel, way back in 2012. The interest proved to be short-lived. When you’re in the querying trenches, it seemsContinue reading “March – On Rejection”