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One thing leads to another...

We were supposed to be having some floorboards put down at the weekend. When we cleared the room out in preparation, we realised it needed decorating. Badly. Well, not badly decorating (although now you mention it...) but - oh you know what I mean. Then Lovely Husband suggested that now might be the time to get rid of the Hideous Stone Fireplace, circa 1979, that we've lived with since we moved in.

Within minutes, he was wielding a mallet. He doesn't need much excuse. An hour later it was gone. Which was just as well as it turned out. Whoever installed it had done a terrible job. The wood-burning stove wasn't fitted to anything. All the stuff we'd burnt over the past six years (wood and paper mostly, you'll be relieved to hear) had piled up behind the Hideous Stone in a giant sooty heap, waiting to poision us, one day, with its noxious fumes. So now, as well as painting the walls, the fireplace has got to be Sorted Out. It'll be worth it in the end, I'm sur…


This is fun, if you've got a minute. Quite addictive, actually. (Like I need any more distractions.)
It's rather like Countdown, without Carol Vorderman. Or any numbers. Which is just as well, in my case.
I'll tell you my best score if you tell me yours...

Sticklebooks and tea

It must be the silly season. I ordered a couple of things today, just because I liked the look of them. One is a bookshelf that looks like this...

Groovy, isn't it? It's a Sticklebook apparently. "An alternative to a regular bookshelf, it comprises an aluminium bracket and combed strip that grips the cover and pages of paperback books. It is totally secure and fall-proof." Well, I need somewhere to shove my Enid Blytons'. Not to mention all those upcoming novel-racer novels...

I also ordered a completely unneccessary mug. Unneccessary because we have tiled floors and it'll be smashed to smithereens within a month. Probably. I'm Classic British, in case you can't sleep for wondering.

The sun has got his hat on...

...hip, hip, hip-hurray!

I had to attend a training course this morning, designed to increase my understanding of the new library computer system, which involved sitting in a room for three hours, staring at a screen and pressing keys. What's so different from being at home? you may well ask. Well, for a start, we were cooped up in a basement room, deprived of natural light. Not a window in sight.

It was pouring with rain on the way over, so imagine how pleased I was to emerge, blinking like a bat, into blazing sunshine in a clear, blue sky. I dashed home and got myself outside with a mug of tea, notepad and pen and m'daughter's slippers (no, they are hers, really...) and nearly did a bit of writing. Very nice it was too.

I know the pages look blank, but that was the angle of my camera. Honest. I was trying to take a picture of Molly staring at a pigeon, but she spotted me and slinked (slunk?) away, which is what she generally does when the camera comes out. I half expect her…

Library eye-candy

The library I work in is due a much needed face-lift (aren't we all), which should be happening sometime in the next, ooooh....ten years, but it's going to need more than a splash of Magnolia to compete with these world-wide beauties, spotted here.




New York


Maryland, USA



That picture at the bottom is a dead-ringer for our living room. Not. Imagine the cleaning though...

Sound advice

Some great writing advice from successful authors over at…yes you’ve guessed... The Guardian. I know you won't believe me, but I do read other stuff as well. Honest. Anyway, I particularly liked the following…

"Don't be too hard on yourself if you end up writing less well than you'd hoped. Keep going, but remember there's lots more to enjoy in life." ~ Tim Jeal

"When you finish that first manuscript and send it off to a publisher and start your second immediately. It will be infinitely better and you will have it finished by the time you get a reply about the first." ~ Reginald Hill

"Don't be afraid to fail. Failure tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through." ~ Markus Zusak

"Forget the spelling, forget trying to put it into chapters and the layout. Just write the story from the heart. Let it flow, warts and all." ~ Josephine Cox

"The Three Ps: practice, practice, practice. Writing is like everything el…

Opening lines

We all know the importance of hooking your reader with a great opening line.
This article in The Guardian states that "if the author can't take the trouble, or hasn't got the nous, to sculpt those words from which all the rest flow, they probably haven't taken the trouble in all those other key moments of the text when the interpretative pressure is at its highest, when the duty to capture a whole fictional world in a single breath is at its most pressing. Screw up the opening, screw up the book."

Blimey, mate. Calm down. We get your drift.

Which comes first, though, the idea or the opening sentence or paragraph? Louise Doughty is currently building a novel around the line "Muscle has memory..." which was said to her by her physiotherapist and struck her as the perfect starter. I'll gloss over the time I tried to write an entire novel based on a title I dreamt up in the bath, and mention instead that I was reminded of a tip I read somewhere, for getti…

6 word memoir

I've been tagged by lovely Yvonne. Yay! I have to choose six words that describe me. Boo! I thought I’d ask my daughter, seeing as our perception of ourselves is different to other people’s, but she doesn’t enjoy this kind of exercise, and it shows…

Serves me right for asking. She couldn’t even manage more than 3.
I’m a loser for blogging with ‘imaginary friends’ but I’m mad ‘in a nice way,’ apparently. She came up trumps with three though, so I forgive her.

Apart from that, I am…

1) Cake-loving
2) Loyal
3) Fun
4) Irritable
5) Perceptive
6) Self-critical

I’m going to tag Maddie, Tommo, Lily and Helen. So there.


There's an interesting post over on missing mojo's writing blog about annonymity. She has it on good authority that agents and publishers don’t look kindly upon personal writing blogs — particularly ones that go into detail about their novel writing struggles, as it reflects badly on the professional conduct of the writer, especially at the point of seeking representation.

It did make me think. You might have heard the cogs whirring into action. I know a couple of you prefer not to have your details plastered all over the shop, for all and sundry to gawp at. Yet there am I, full name on display next to a recent picture, with details of nearly everything about me bar my bra size (small) and favourite colour (changes, depending on my mood).

If an agent or publisher were to stumble across my writerly wibblings (as if) it's entirely possible they'd be thrown by my unprofessionalism and possible madness, decide I'm a Liability and cut their losses without ever seeing wha…

Dramatic lives

I glanced through a book, at the library today, charting the lives of some famous literary figures. Talk about tortured souls. Blimey. Mental illness, starvation, meningitis, TB, imprisonment, suicide, treason, drowning and heavy drinking abounded. And that was just Virginia Woolf. (Not really. She did drown though.)

The Elizabethan writer, Christopher Marlowe, was rumoured to have been a spy. There was also speculation that he actually wrote Shakespeare's plays for him. (Naughty).

Edgar Allan Poe married his 13 year old cousin, before descending into poverty and alcoholism at a young age. He also appeared nude, apparently, for a public parade, apart from a white belt and gloves, once. A fashion faux pas by anyone's standards.

The blind, 17th century poet, John Milton, only recieved £10 for his masterpiece, Paradise Lost. That's got to be the worst publishing deal in history, surely? Unless £10 then, was equivalent to £1 million now, which I doubt.

It made me think, though. Ma…

Soundtrack Meme

Yay! I've removed my silly, fluffy lady head, and attached my no-nonsense techno one, and worked out how to do this Movie Soundtrack Meme that's been spreading through blogland like a bushfire. Okay, so it wasn't actually hard, but my brain goes into meltdown when a word like Winamp appears on-screen.
Anyway - it's made me realise just how weird eclectic my musical tastes are. All that's missing is an aria from Madame Butterfly.So - If Your Life Were a Movie…What Would the Soundtrack Be?
Here's what you do:-
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)2. Put it on shuffle3. Press play4. For every question, type the song that’s playing5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…because you’re not!7. Stick the soundtrack on your mp3 player and listen away during the day.
Here we go....Opening Credits – Boombastic - Shaggy(Oh Dear)
Waking Up – Lovetrain – Wolfmother
First Day at School – Everybod…


You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.

You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...

But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.

You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?
I was hoping for optimist, but being a realist is no bad thing. After your kind and insightful comments re: The Dilemma, I've decided there's no point having a thrombo (as the Teens would say) or hunting down cake for Comfort. Actually, I don't need an excuse to eat cake, but I digress. No. What I need is a New Angle. A USP as they say on The Dragon's Den. When they're persuading Duncan Ballantyne to invest in an Anti-Eating Mouth Cage. Actually I could do with one of those (see Cake reference above...) I've had a good old think today, and am fairly certain I've got a firm grip on the slippery …


While shelving at the library today, I happened to pick up this rather attractive novel, by Sharon Owens. Glancing idly at the back cover I did a double-take. NO! It couldn't be... It was. The story is identical to my novel-in-progress. Well, almost. It's the same idea, anyway.


I mean. For heaven's sake. What's a girl to do? More to the point, what am I going to do??

This situation reminds me of an interview I read, a while ago, with the author Sophie King (aka Jane Bidder.) Apparently she wrote 11 - yes ELEVEN novels, before The School Run was accepted for publication, and the reason two of those novels were rejected was that, on both occasions, the publisher had just accepted a similar story written by someone else. How annoying must that have been? I simply can't imagine the frustration.

I suppose I should be inspired by the fact that, instead of giving up and sulking in a corner for twelve years, she just kept plugging away until she got…

Ritual procrastination

I was reading here about writing rituals, earlier.

All that talk of lucky clipboards, punching special pillows, listening to eighteenth-century music, building nests, roaming for miles (William Wordsworth) and supping ginormous glasses of coke made me think.

It made me think...isn't Ritual just another word for my Very Special Talent. PROCRASTINATION. Yes! All this time, I've been using the P word to describe the time I spend fannying about when, in fact, reading blogs all day long, dusting skirting boards and teaching Molly-dog to dance are just me and my Writing Rituals. Oh yeah, baby.

There was I, assuming that baking brick-like buns, buffing up my rubber plant with the inside of a banana skin (I read about it in Woman's Own, okay? It doesn't work) and researching ways to stop mould destroying the sealant round the sink, were merely avoidance tactics, when I was actually Preparing Myself To Write. That's what it's all about you see. To quote...

"Effects of…