Monthly Archives: February 2011

Quick update before I head off (taking Dad to the Driving Assessment place today, 50 miles from his house, so a bit of a stressful day in prospect!) 1. Good discussion about women in gay fiction here: http://bit.ly/dWO2Lo 2. Glad … Continue reading →

ah ha! Although I wrote in my post yesterday that I’d been carrying the laptop around the house looking for a decent signal, I hadn’t actually done it with every room, so today I did and found that the back … Continue reading →

Not a word I’ve ever said in my life, but also poot.  No internet connection at all today at Dad’s. Weather, probably—it’s freezing cold, cloudy and raining. I’ve officially HAD it with Winter Kthnxbai. Dad discussing retirement homes today. Today … Continue reading →

It seems to me that, in the UK, I’m excluded from so many competitions. On the Book Programme the other day there were talking about all these awards and recognition and incentives for "young writers" – so I’m over 40 … Continue reading →

I really wanted to go to one of the events too. LOOK at these prices—it’s disgusting.  Opening ceremony: £2,012, £1,600, £995, £150, £20.12. Closing ceremony: £1,500, £995, £655, £150, £20.12. Each sport’s event will have the same number of tickets … Continue reading →

Well both the novel edits are with someone else right now, so I have a few day’s grace at the very least. Now, what I have to do is to take my head out of the sand and actually DO … Continue reading →

This article was going to go out in December, but then they decided to run it near Valentine’s Day, which is quite sweet.  There are a few inaccuracies in it, I have to say: I’m NOT 47, although I wish … Continue reading →

Windows live writer have updated it to look like Word. THIS IS NOT AN IMPROVEMENT, BILL. I can’t fucking FIND anything. I hate-hate-hate-HATE not having menu bars. I don’t want to have to look at all the pictures and work … Continue reading →

Goertz moved quietly across the quiet street, unseen by the coachman, who had gone to press the bell. He pulled open the off-side door and stepped into the carriage. “Not a sound, Herr Eichel,” he said. “Call your coachman back, … Continue reading →

Sorry haven’t been around much—although I have been twittering. After a couple of years of going "I don’t get Twitter, don’t see the point of it" I’m now finding it a boon for a stressed and busy writer. I can … Continue reading →