So, I have finished the first draft of Blue Eyed Stranger. Which only convinces me that I was right to think that I can’t write contemporaries. That is, I clearly can write contemporaries because now I’ve written two of them – Shining in the Sun and Blue Eyed Stranger. But in both cases the struggle…
So, following the ‘just plough on until you reach the end’ advice – advice which is much easier to follow if you have a plot plan, btw, because at least you’re never left not knowing what happens next – you’ve finished your first draft. What to do now? Well 1. Celebrate. Reward yourself. We train…
THE WITCH’S BOY ALEX BEECROFT Blurb Are the sins of the fathers really visited upon the sons? And is there no way of breaking that cycle? Is evil doomed always to repeat itself, ruining everything good through its tainted seed? These are not the questions young Oswy is asking himself when he is sold…
So, today is International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/ and to mark the day lots of people around the web are taking part in the (blog) Hop against Homophobia and Transphobia. I was amused in a slightly sad and bitter way to find that the instructions that came with participation in this event refer to it…
LOL! It looks like we planned this as a swap, but actually it just turned out this way. Charlie’s one of the first people I ever got to know in this genre, and still one of the nicest. It was a great experience, coming in as a new author to have a posse of people…
So, my dry spell continues, as you can tell from the state of the blog. But I can at least manage to rouse myself and say “Look! I’ve been interviewed by Charlie Cochrane, the star and inventor of sweet m/m, the author of the well beloved Cambridge Fellows series.” Charlie always thinks of really good…
I don’t really have a lot to say about this. It was well made and entertaining, but it was nothing we haven’t seen before, and I think the attraction is wearing thin. I was uncomfortable with the Mandarin as a villain right up until the point where it was revealed that he wasn’t actually the…
You may have noticed a sudden and dramatic reduction of my blogging over the last week. The truth is I’m having a sudden and dramatic reduction in everything. I think this is connected to DH going back to work, although Youngest being ill and me still being sleep deprived after May Day are also factors…
On May Day morning, about 4.30am, the stalwart members of Coton Morris Men and the Ely and Littleport Riot rolled out of bed, put their bells on and journeyed to Ely Cathedral. There they performed the ancient dances of their folk, starting in the icy darkness before dawn, to encourage the sun in its journey…
and I don’t think I’m particularly naughty at all. Stolid, I would have said. Mind you, I get round that by redefining the things I want to do as being perfectly innocuous and normal, so perhaps others might disagree. In case I’m not being very clear, here I am on the Nine Naughty Novelists blog…
