This blog used to be a contemporaneous account of my journey as a writer of historical fiction: thoughts and feelings, resources and writing tips, tears and tantrums. In the early days I poured my heart out and spewed forth indiscriminately, often to a painful degree and, in the interests of authenticity, I unselfishly resisted the temptation to edit or remove these posts.
Stand easy. All that stuff has gone now (or nearly; if you look very hard you may find a link to a curated archive at the bottom of the page). One can share too much – and there’s no need to make things too easy for one’s biographer when one is a famous author.
I now confine my innermost thoughts, plot dilemmas and character crises to my digital journal. When I want to share – a rose in my garden, a mountain climbed, an exciting resource discovered in the bowels of The National Archives – I take to Instagram, so please do join me there @mountainhares (although to see roses you’ll have to follow @gardenonthill as well). I know, I know – how lazy! – but I’ve decided time is better spent writing than blogging about writing.
If you would like to know more about me and my work, please click on How I got this far and My books. If you want advice on this writing business, you’re in the wrong place – although I have scribbled a few thoughts here.
If by some remote and wonderful chance you want to contact me, please find me on Instagram @mountainhares. If you’re not in a hurry, leave a message here.
Thank you for your interest.
(Updated March 2 2020)
