Waiting game

I’m a bit frustrated that the Winchester Writers’ Conference still hasn’t published its programme for July. With Ailsa almost ready to go out to ‘critical friends’ I am determined to take her along this year. Even if I don’t get any interest, I can at least achieve my lifelong ambition of seeing an agent (any agent!) … Continue reading Waiting game

Lose some, win some

I’m always disappointed when my garden does no more than reflect my own sporadic efforts , but it’s all the more gratifying when something turns out right, especially today when I am nursing a minor writing bruise in the form of a rejection (complimentary but still a rejection) from a well-known writing project. But hard … Continue reading Lose some, win some

The Historical One

As ever, having got to the end of the W.I.P. (cunning plan abandonned!) the begining doesn’t feel right, and so I am rolling up my sleeves and wrestling with another draft. This one feels like much more like hard slog than a voyage of discovery, but more often than not, that’s the name of the … Continue reading The Historical One

End Game

I have now written the last piece of the plot of my W.I.P. and have only a chapter or so of ‘loose ends’ to tidy up. Am I celebrating? Actually, no. Because I find writing the act of finishing a novel a strangely vicarious pleasure. Last time it proved no pleasure at all, but more … Continue reading End Game