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A big thank you to Kath – and Squizzey – for inviting me onto the blog today to mark the publication of my fifth book, A Wedding on the Riviera. One of my trademarks as a writer is my fondness for glamorous locations. Kath suggested I might talk about the complexities of researching locations when in lockdown – so that’s…
I can’t decide whether it was apposite or not but it was a bit of a lonely crowd who attended the launch of The Lonely Crowd on Thursday evening, and half of those there were reading. However, the low turnout didn’t stop it from being a very enjoyable evening at the Waterloo Tea Rooms in Wyndham Arcade. There was a…
This year, I decided that my New Year was going to start in February, and not a month earlier with the rest of the Western World. No, I’m not Chinese and no, I haven’t changed my belief system. I just wanted to do the New Year, new start, new self, new words thing by stealth. No shouting about my resolutions at…
Today is World Poetry Day and I’m going to share a poem by a Greek poet, Phoebe Giannisi, who I recently discovered. I found her work on Greek Poetry Now! which I can recommend as a good place to go, if you’d like to read some great contemporary Greek poetry. I’ve chosen it because it expresses exactly how I feel when I’m…
Many thanks to the lovely Georgina Troy, author of the enchanting island romance A Jersey Kiss and soon-to-be released A Jersey Affair, for asking me to take part in the My Writing Process blog tour. To find out more about Georgina and her books set on the largest of the Channel Islands, I can recommend visiting her Author Website and Blog or you can Follow…
Being a girl who reads, I can’t help but LOVE this! Written and performed by Mark Grist http://markgrist.com/ Directed by Guy Larsen http://guylarsen.com/ Produced by Or Something Similar http://orsomethingsimilar.com © The Producers and the Roundhouse, 2013.
Jane hopes that she doesn’t meet Richard Curtis anytime soon. If she did, she’d tell him exactly what she thinks of his movies. Especially if it were raining when they met. Because Jane notices when it rains in London. Jeez, does anyone not? Yes. Looking at you, Andie MacDowell! Jane doesn’t think that having Hugh Grant’s character, or any other man for…
“No luck, mate?” “Nah, they won’t let me in. Confiscated my membership card, then said I don’t belong. Gits.” “I tell you that Society place used to be alright, you know, but it’s gone downhill. It’s got so they’ll only let a certain sort in, yeah? I remember going there all the time when I was younger. ‘Course it’s changed…
I brought her back one last time. She liked the place, remembered it from her childhood, she said, or maybe when she was older, a teenager. I can’t remember. I glazed over every time she started to talk about the time before me. It can’t have been that interesting. She wasn’t. She weren’t much to look at neither. I can…
