Everyone has to do research. Even writers of contemporaries will occasionally have to look up police procedure, or how much a luxury yacht costs or what is the price of a room in the Waldorf, or what would really happen if you turned up in A&E with gunshot wounds etc etc. Writers of historicals know…
Listen to this. Is this not the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever heard in your life? It’s certainly one of them for me, and I don’t normally like male voice choirs. How do I convey the same atmosphere in writing? It’s as bad as trying to describe what apple tastes like. Sometimes words are a…
Just here http://www.samhainpublishing.com/2012/11/biting-off-more-than-i-can-chew/ And wondering why the first week of NaNoWriMo has to coincide with half term, so I will start out at 500 words a day if I’m lucky. Why, people? Why are there so many damned holidays during which I’m all but forced to stop work? No, stop that, Alex. No more resenting…
Well, it really is. Here I am, reading up on Romanian folk music, after having been informed that it wasn’t at all the same thing as the muzica lautareasca I posted about earlier – shame on me for propagating bad information – when I come across this: and it turns out that here is another…
So, I’m really enjoying writing The Glass Floor, despite the fact that my agent tells me vampires are passe and difficult to find a home for. And despite the fact that I said I would never write vampires, ever ever. I should know better by now than to say things like that. It’s like a…
Ah, if only all blogging was this effortless! Today, courtesy of Charlie Cochrane, I’m talking about the differences between m/f and m/m romance on the Flirty Author Bitches blog: http://flirtyauthorbitches.com/2012/06/not-your-mothers-historical-romance/ Thanks Charlie! I’ve also recently started using Pinterest. I’m always curious to try out the latest new thing in social media – largely in a…
I hope not all authors are like this, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it’s a tendency at least I share: On Saturday it was the Cambridge day of dance. The Riot had been invited but we couldn’t field enough members to make a side, so I went in support of my husband’s side,…
