Tracking my descent into madness while writing books and watching movies…
1 Far Eastern Siberia, 1827 CALEB TAMERSK WAS GOING to die. He had long accepted that fact. He’d even got quite comfortable with the notion, living precariously close to it as he did. Throughout his life he had taunted death, sent countless men into its open arms knowing that when it came for him, he would... Continue Reading →
The day has arrived! After a mid October jostle of release dates and mild panic, my book has arrived a few days earlier than I imagined, which is a good thing in so many ways. Firstly, there's no hiding from it anymore. The book is out. The people will decide with a click of their... Continue Reading →
For the past three months, I haven’t given my little drawer in the internet much attention. It’s grown dusty and well that smell is not going to take care of itself, so I feel I should explain my obvious neglect. I have written a new book. For those of you who’ve read my previous writing posts,... Continue Reading →
I should preface this post with the fact that no, I'm not yet a published author but I have learned some stuff along the way and as I rocket through the first draft of my new book, I realise what a completely different experience it is to the first. So, here we go. Here's the things... Continue Reading →
In January I decided, as an unpublished and unagented writer to go to the London Book Fair. I wanted to find out what made it so special, see it for myself - peak at the wizard behind the curtain. To dispense with the far away allure and come away with a proper picture of how things... Continue Reading →
So you've written a book. When do you decide to tell not just agents and publishers but stand up and shout proudly from the nearest mountain top that you have written a book in all its glory for anyone and everyone to hear? Whether we recognise it or not, the moment we decide to send it out... Continue Reading →
Rejection is the bane of every writer's life - that soul destroying moment when you see the agent/publisher's email in your inbox and a brief moment of hope flickers before you open it and your eyes quickly scan through the words....'after careful consideration'...'unfortunately'...'not right for my list'...'another agent may feel differently'...'good luck'. Instantly you wonder if... Continue Reading →
Epiphanies are rare. That moment when the right thought finds the right cubby hole in your brain in which to nest and nurture itself. This morning I realised after much anxiety this week that writing competitions just aren't for me. What was I torturing myself for? How I'd goaded myself into believing that there's a... Continue Reading →
I work in the imagination, my mind is my office, the daydream my work. At the moment it’s a volunteer position where I put in the hours for the pure joy of doing it and the dream that one day perhaps I will see my book in print. Every unpublished writer’s dream. But is... Continue Reading →
