Five Things I’ve learnt Through Writing A Novel.

When you first put pen to paper or finger to key, you might think it’s easy and there may be some of you out there who write novels the same way you gobble bacon, quick, no fuss, but for many of us it’s not a picnic in the park. Here is five things I’ve learnt through writing a novel.

Goodbye Sally Brampton

The double doors swung shut and I made my way out into the fresh air. I know it was 2008, that I remember, but what month, I don’t know. It was warm outside, people wore lighter clothing, shorter skirts, sleeveless tops, and men had their sleeves rolled up and suit jackets flung over their shoulders. I knew it would be hot, it had felt practically tropical inside, we had tried to open the grimy windows, but they would only open so far and the small amount we managed to wedge them open wasn’t enough to let any air in. It only added to the overriding sedation of claustrophobia that many of us experienced in their, we felt like battery hens packed in a crate waiting our eventual demise.

Do You Call Yourself A Writer?

I asked a question on social media the other day, do you call yourself a writer and if so, why and if not, why is that, what stops you brandishing your silky scribe and nailing your colours to the mast. Maybe the problem is if we call ourselves writers (or authors if we’ve published a … Continue reading Do You Call Yourself A Writer?

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.

  It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away. That is not strictly true, it has been three thousand, eight hundred and sixty four hours. Does that amount of time even register with you? Do you even care? It’s not like I even know where you are. You threw most … Continue reading It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.