My new book, a time-travelling romance, is off to a cracking start with a note from my lovely editor, Malcolm Continue reading 11:42 p.m. The Editor’s Review and the Ending
I’d forgotten what whirlwinds kittens are. We’ve had Perkins in the bathtub, Perkins in the sink, Perkins in the washing machine (that was a close call), Perkins tinkling the ivories on the piano… all often within the same half hour. Continue reading The First Few Days of Perkins
The Dangerous Life of a Successful Writer. You might want to check this out before you take any chances 😀 Continue reading The Dangerous Life of a Successful Writer
In which there is a very tiny new addition to the household. Continue reading #4 I didn’t write today because… of Perkins
Here’s an important post by Rebecca Alasdair. Well worth a read and a share. I’m off to check out the books she’s mentioned 🙂 Continue reading Exploring mental illness in YA literature
When somebody totally gets what you were trying to say, understands how your world works, and bonds with characters you gave birth to, it’s like a little bit of sparkly magic. Continue reading Getting Praised for Daydreaming
Here’s the prologue from my new book, a scary YA Paranormal Romance – Groundhog Day… but on a dark street… with a murderer.
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She sits beside me on the sofa, close but not quite touching. Her hand rests, clenched, on her knee, inches from my own. I daren’t reach for it because I know she’ll flinch. The lights from the TV illuminate her face and flash like fireworks in the darkness of her eyes, reminding me of another place, different lights. I lean back so I can watch her without her knowing.
We’ve only been officially seeing each other for a few weeks and I’m trying my best to act cool about it. It’s incredibly difficult. She sets off explosive charges inside me with just one look. My heart is constantly stuck in my throat. Every rare smile I win from her is a small victory.Continue reading “11:42 – One Boy, One Girl, One Road, One Long Night, One Long Nightmare”
What’s the first nightmare you ever remember having? The first time you woke in a cold sweat, pulling your covers up to your nose and staring around your dark bedroom, completely terrified? This was mine…
The Mr. Tickle nightmare came out of nowhere when I was about four years old, but looking back at the text, it’s hardly surprising. And now I’m quite sure I’m not the only one who had this particular nightmare.
SPOILER ALERT: This is how Mr. Tickle ends…Continue reading “The Stuff of Nightmares!”
Bella the cat waits for her Morepork Continue reading Owl Wanted for Ocean Voyage
In the last few weeks, I’ve been kept awake by a multitude of marauding mosquitoes. They suck so much of my blood I’m always surprised to find I’m alive in the morning, and that the mosquitoes still look so tiny when they should have the most bulbous of bellies.
But, despite this nasty, nightly feasting, I can’t help feeling sorry for Morris the Bathroom Mosquito.
Don’t get me wrong; I hate the little buggers as much as anyone. As concrete proof of this, here is a poem a teenage version of me, driven half insane with fury, wrote in the middle of the night on a holiday in Wales with my friend, Sophie.Continue reading “The Sad Case of the Bathroom Mosquito”