Expecting guests

There’s nothing like a bit lof baking to make me feel ready for entertaining, especially when I have  harvested the ingredients (well, the blackberries at least) myself. And yes, I know that I can’t offer coffee and muffins for real when Mr. Pinnock comes to call tomorrow, but this is, you know, a bit of … Continue reading Expecting guests

Fessing up

You’ll have to take  it from me that  I started to harbour these heretical thoughts a while ago and certainly before getting wind of  the Guardian article kindly summarised by Snowbooks on their blog. But it did come to a head last night when a T.V. advert flited across my consciousness. The perky graphics and … Continue reading Fessing up

The Glass Room

Call me cynical, but when a  reviewer says that  main character or even ‘star’ of a novel is a city or a country, I’ve learned to adopt a certain suspicion. Yes, I can think of dozens of books across both literary and commercial genres  where the setting is a hugely memorable element of the story, but not … Continue reading The Glass Room

Could do better

I worked too long in academia for September not to feel like the start of a new year of work, and although we are still in August, two things happened recently to make me look back and take stock of where I am with my writing.  First of all I was fascinated to read on Scottish writer  Catherine … Continue reading Could do better