This blog is a contemporaneous account of my journey as a writer of historical fiction: experiences (good and not-so-good), thoughts and feelings, resources and writing tips – alongside often random sources of inspiration; books and films, a piece of art, a blue plaque on a city street, a tombstone in an overgrown churchyard.

In the early days, I poured my heart out and shared indiscrimantly, often to a painful degree. I have resisted the temptation to edit or remove these posts, however naive or embarrassing, leaving them to stand as a record of how I felt and thought at that time. (I now use a digital journal for these private thoughts and writery doodles.)

Another change in the last 12 months or so is that most posts now reach this blog via Instagram. I have side-stepped from Twitter to escape the endless drip-drip of writers’ tips and distracting chatter – and moved my networking into the real world. I now use Instagram to share the beautiful and inspirational stuff of life. These posts feed through automatically to Twitter and from time-to-time I embed the best here.

This system is working well right now, whilst I am engaged to the exclusion of most other sensible thoughts on editing my second book – but who knows what the future may hold. I have already reserved Twitter, Instagram and Facebook accounts in my chosen nom de plume – but cannot decide if this was an act of supreme optimism or delusional time-wasting.

If you would like to know more about me and my writing, please click on How I got this far and My book(s). Otherwise look to the side panel and choose a post to read. Comments are always welcome – but please be gentle. We writers are a lonely and fragile breed.

Thank you for your interest.

(Updated June 6 2019)