Last year I met three different people at conventions who had written somewhere between 10 – 30,000 words of their first novel and stalled. Each
I am a walking, talking good-cop bad-cop routine at the moment. Having one on each shoulder is tiring me out. They’re heavy – must be
I know something is bothering you because I am feeling grumpy and unable to settle to any writing. I’m old enough now to realise that
… and she’s not afraid to use it. I’m back! After a week of a miserable cold that crushed any ability to comment elsewhere, and
I haven’t posted for a few days. Yesterday I wrote most of a post about publishing, but today I was unable to complete it and
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