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  Strict and training aren’t words you’d normally apply to me, but in a moment of rank foolishness, I agreed to a 1.4 mile open water swim for charity. In Barbados or Southern Spain this might have been rational, but … Continue reading →

  “Time to reconnect your brain cells, mother. This creature must be given life.” “All synapses are go. Am ready to boldly go where no writer has gone before.” “Excellent. The time is now.” Alex was right; the time was … Continue reading →

Efficiency is a wonderful thing, something I covet when I have the time. Working, four kids, business, writing, house; all of them get tossed into my mental mix, like some glorious life stew. However, always moving at ninety miles per … Continue reading →

 I long for nostalgia. Giving way to my rose coloured yearning, as well as my new found thespianism, I went back up to London this week to see the play Love, Love, Love which starts off in the 60s. As … Continue reading →

I have finally decided to confess. I’m coming out of the closet. I am a thespian. Frankly, it’s about time I came out, as acting in such a small space severely limits one’s potential audience – to hangers on. For … Continue reading →

Writing is a funny old game. An embryo writer starts off full of enthusiasm, heart full of a story burning to be told; yet their skill level is zip. I’m sure I write squillions better than wot I did when … Continue reading →

  Playing games with the kids can be an interesting experience. Recently we became engrossed in one requiring the invention of what certain initials might mean, defining words, suggesting bizarre laws in various parts of the world. Then we’d vote, … Continue reading →

I’ve been mulling over a strong title for my current book. Being the very first thing that a reader, publisher or agent will see, it should be well constructed, not inept. I’m aiming for ept. Creating one should be dead … Continue reading →

…would be a perfect excuse for a certain amount of mental malfunction recently. The only minor inconvenience is that I don’t possess a dog. The children long ago came to realise that when I’m slightly distracted bad things happen. Very … Continue reading →

Tomato  hurling.  Chucking  tomatoes  at  your  nearest  and  dearest  or,  if  your  throwing  arm  is  good  enough,  at  your  furthest  and  worstest,  or  indeed  complete  strangers.  Covering  everyone  and  everything  in  sight  with  squishy  red  pulp  and  sticky  scarlet  juice.  … Continue reading →