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Healing Through Writing

Healing Through Writing

Imagine you are a woman with 8- and 10-year-old sons who is losing her husband to alcohol. He has refused all help and the financial betrayals must come to an end. You finally worked up the nerve to divorce him and today is the day he has promised to move out—but instead he shows up […]

November 15, 2015 | By | 8 Replies More
The Dos and Don’ts of Promotional Blog Tours

The Dos and Don’ts of Promotional Blog Tours

When I invited my blog followers to host a guest post to publicise my forthcoming novel, I never imagined I’d be embarking on a marathon tour of twenty-five posts over five weeks. I’m not sure if that makes me someone to emulate or a narcissistic masochist but, for what it’s worth, here are some suggestions […]

November 13, 2015 | By | 13 Replies More
From Query to Book Deal: Literary Agent Carly Watters

From Query to Book Deal: Literary Agent Carly Watters

Here’s the story of how women’s fiction author extraordinaire Taylor Jenkins Reid and agent Carly Watters started working together. (Haven’t read her books? Try MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE, her most recent novel with a SLIDING DOORS twist.) In Early February 2012 I receive a query telling me the heart-breaking love story of Elsie and Ben: […]

November 11, 2015 | By | 6 Replies More
Non-Fiction: Being Bombed Out

Non-Fiction: Being Bombed Out

This is an account of what it was like to be nine years old and on the receiving end of the bombing power of a well-armed enemy. Like millions in London we were evacuated at the start of the war. My father went to Harpenden with the insurance company he worked for, two days before […]

November 11, 2015 | By | 3 Replies More
“It’s not you, it’s me” Navigating the Waters of Rejection

“It’s not you, it’s me” Navigating the Waters of Rejection

Soon, I will hit the “send” button on an essay. This is the twelfth submission of this piece. After eleven rejections, my finger hovers over the “send” button– cautious, conflicted. A flood of emotions rushes over me. I am drowning here. I have put this sucker out there so many times that I am beginning […]

November 8, 2015 | By | 9 Replies More
Why I Write

Why I Write

It certainly is not for the fun of sitting hour after hour in my study on the days when the ideas have dried up at source and the words are being stickily stubborn, bad-tempered and unmalleable. It is not for the times when, having made a journey to an out-of-the-way book festival, it is only […]

November 7, 2015 | By | 2 Replies More
Q&A with Leah Ferguson

Q&A with Leah Ferguson

Leah Ferguson is the debut author of ALL THE DIFFERENCE published by Berkley/Penguin which tells the story, in alternating chapters, of a pregnant woman who says yes – and no! – when her boyfriend proposes marriage. You may also know Leah from her popular mommy-blog One Vignette – life on the small scale: a story […]

November 6, 2015 | By | Reply More
My Days As A White Collar Girl

My Days As A White Collar Girl

With the publication of White Collar Girl, my third adult historical novel, I have to take a moment to reflect on how I got here. Looking back I can honestly say that my previous career as an advertising copywriter served as a great training ground for becoming a published author. Advertising taught me three important […]

November 3, 2015 | By | 7 Replies More
Note to Self: What Does That Book Smell Like?

Note to Self: What Does That Book Smell Like?

Every book is a portal to a different world. As a child, I especially loved stories about animals. One of my favorites was Charlotte’s Web, which made me long to be a girl named Fern with a pet pig named Wilbur, because of its vivid descriptions of everything from the busy farmyard to the noisy […]

November 1, 2015 | By | Reply More
Short Story: A Simple Mistake

Short Story: A Simple Mistake

The dome of an umbrella bobbed along the top of the fence, beneath the dripping horse chestnut branches. Pink, blue, white stripes. Childhood colours, an adult’s height. It had been raining for days, maybe weeks. Lots of umbrellas bobbed along her fence, but she recognised this one. It was him again. Cynthia wheeled herself into […]

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