We’ve just reached the end of the Women’s festival in Eressos (http://www.womensfestival.eu/) and suddenly the place feels like a ghost town as people quickly decant for office jobs and school starts and real life. My real life is here, and the exodus leaves me feeling satisfied. I had a great time as always, but I’m… Read More So comes autumn.
Lesvos Lesfic 2016 What can I say. It’s over. Five days of great fun with a group of writers, editors, and readers of lesfic. We climbed to hilltop chapels. We hiked around ancient remains. We swam. We ate. We drank. We read to each other, and one of us got a big red sunburnt nose.… Read More Lesvos Lesfic 2016
So I’m writing Daughter of Baal for Ylva’s The Law Game collection. It’s only 25k so you’d suppose it should be a quickie – wrong. I decided, in my wisdom, to write about a 1920s society girl turned detective and her sexy six-foot American Indian chauffeur. I like this duo, they have chemistry, Lady Margo… Read More Why I should NEVER write historical fiction…
I was so lonely I wrote a poem… Vroom vroom goes the car Clickety clack goes the train Hee haw goes the wobbly donkey but I’m not on it. RAIN!!!! …but I ran out of interest/creativity/whatever. So I’ll tell you about something even more fab instead. The Lesvos Lesfic convention. As many of you know I… Read More Words from my travel diary
My old blog is nearing its end. It was a lonely malnourished thing. It was unloved – by me, a chronic curmudgeon, and all the potential readers I failed to transport to my fairyland of ennui and borderline anomie. There were a few highlights though, an interview with the much missed Cate Culpepper will always shed light in… Read More Moving and mingling.
I drive across Europe at least once or twice a year, and one of my watering holes is Frankfurt where I chill out for a few days with Astrid and Daniela of Ylva Publishing. This year I took away a couple of crates of books for a special event. The Women’s Festival in Eressos, Lesbos… Read More Ylva, Eressos, and Caring
I was in the bookstore the other day when who should I see in the aisle next to me but Cheri the Rev, reviewer extraordinaire. She was flicking through dozens of books, muttering under her breath, flinging some into the corner, I swear I saw her bite one. Slowly I sidled over and began one… Read More Cheri the Rev Cornered in the Bookstore