So, it’s the start of a new year and a time for all sorts of resolutions that probably won’t get kept (especially those involving eating better, wasting less time on Facebook and doing my income tax in a timely fashion). However, there are resolutions that I am serious about keeping, and those are the ones…
It’s official – Christmas has started. This week I went to my first Christmas party – and , as is almost always the case, it involved my lovely writer friends. The London RNA chapter gathered in a new venue for us – a pub just down the corner from a most famous literary location in Baker…
A few weeks ago, I was asked to judge a writing competition. I accepted because I love the chance to see new writers developing their craft – and I know how great it is to win a contest. I took the judging very seriously – because a person’s dreams should always be treated with respect.
As a child, I didn’t ever get to watch the Magic Roundabout on TV (sob). But all that is now forgotten – because I have met the Magic Pudding Fridge. It was awesome!! Just like something out of a fairy tale – which was appropriate given it was surrounded by writers. Perhaps I should explain.…
I am bouncing around with a big smile on my face… Flight to Coorah Creek has just won the Aspen Gold Reader’s Choice Award for a single title Romance. This award is presented by the Heart of Denver chapter of the Romance writers of America. I tied for first place with well-known US romance writer…
I know it’s far, far too early to be talking about Christmas, but I’m getting excited already because this year I’m inviting all my readers to spend Christmas at Coorah Creek. A funny thing happened last year. I had just finished writing The Wild One – and was thinking … what next? Then I…
This week I seem to have been talking a lot about social media and the internet. Not on the internet of course – but face to face. That happens to me a lot since I outed myself as a geek-girl. I’ve dropped by two RNA chapters… and spent a morning with the lovely people at…
My mother used to say that the very first word I spoke wasn’t Mummy or Daddy – it was horsey. I am entirely willing to believe her. Like most young girls, I loved horses. But in my case, it was a love affair I never grew out of. Circumstances over the years changed the nature…