It’s odd the subjects you get led to when researching for a novel. While looking into the events of 1929 for The Chain Mistress, which may not be it’s final title, I came across a butterfly by the name of Clarence Hatry, who flapped his wings with dire effects. Hatry, son of a Jewish immigrant … More A butterfly’s wings, cause and effect, and why fraud is dangerous.
Anna is eighteen, and hasn’t had an easy childhood. Diagnosed with ADHD, she’s been on medication since she was twelve. She’s an intelligent , caring young woman, who has already had more to cope with than most people have in a lifetime, but she was coping with it well and had her future mapped out … More When life crumbles around you – parents, PLEASE have this conversation with your children.
I have read a lot of series in the past and marvelled at how they were put together, how events from the first or second books played a pivotal role in the later books. How on earth did the authors weave these books together so flawlessly? Having written several stand-alone books and two historical series, … More Writing a series – different approaches.
It’s what my ex mother-in-law used to say when I phoned her and asked her how she was. ‘I’m a mess of minor miseries.‘ At ninety-seven, having lost her husband of sixty-nine years, she was more than entitled to have the occasional moan, and I like to think I was a good listener. She was … More A Mess of Minor Miseries
You wouldn’t think that was a big ask, would you? George’s hens, along the far side of Chapel Lane, lay the most beautiful eggs, so after a request from my husband for more eggs, I set off with the dog, a carrier bag, and an empty egg box to fetch some. It’s a bitterly cold … More Half a dozen large eggs, please.
‘Should lost out to want, as usual. She grabbed a coat, her car keys, and Aunt Siân’s digital camera and headed for the hills. The sketch she’d made of standing stones in the mist was atmospheric, but she needed to see the stones again within the landscape to understand them. She parked on a rocky … More Solstice, catkins, and the silence of the stones.
I freely admit it. I’m the grumpiest person around when it comes to Christmas. The thing I hate most, apart from the incessant Christmas songs, the hype, and the commercialism, is writing Christmas cards. I moan my way through it evey year, and this year, with Covid and the risk of spreading the virus, I … More The Christmas Grouch.
A woman knocked on my door early this morning. She was holding a blackberry bramble and a pair of secateurs in her hands. Apparently, she was renting our holiday cottage at Crwsyddig and wanted me to clear the footpath close to the cottage. I’d just made myself a cup of tea, so I asked her … More How not to make a cup of tea!
Well there are a few things that make me angry and depressed, I suppose – child abuse, animal cruelty, crime, polluting our planet, fly-tipping, and social and ecological irresponsibility, but I’ve just discovered one more. First, let me put it in context, so you understand why, despite it being none of my business, this made … More There aren’t many things that make me angry and depressed, but…
When the sun comes out my spirits soar. Yesterday, it rained all day. Rained cats and dogs, and dog and I got soaked walking. It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough to occupy me indoors so much as that the dreary light sapped my resolve, and my husband and I sat around moaning about how … More When the sun comes out…