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 private thoughts and snippets of research and wrting wisdom.)
Another change in the last 12 months or so is that most posts now reach this blog via Instagram. I side-stepped from Twitter and now mainly use Instagram to share the beautiful and inspirational stuff of life. These posts feed through automatically to Twitter and, from time-to-time, I also embed the ones most relevant to my writing life here in this blog.
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 October 1 2019)