I have recently read various scathing condemnations of writers who use pen names. Some commentors called authors who use pen names cowardly, others said they couldn’t trust someone who did not use their own name for a pen name. Continue reading “Pen Names”
If you follow me on Twitter, you will be aware that I am moving house. (I promise I will stop moaning about it soon.) As part of the house move, I flipped through some old pictures from my student years and damn! I was so young and skinny. My immediate reaction was, ‘I wish I still had that body’. Because, you know, skinny is beautiful. Skinny is good. And beauty is most important. Continue reading “I Love My Body”
I am generally a confident woman. I don’t think am a bad mother, I am quite a good wife and I am good at my job. But when it comes to writing, I turn into this quivering mess of self doubt. Despite assurances from my friends and family that my writing is quite good, it doesn’t take much for me to feel that I am absolutely rubbish at writing. Continue reading ““I am absolutely rubbish””
I am a very busy person. I am also a highly organised person, so normally I am quite capable of juggling all my different responsibilities. But recently we have found out that we have to move house, so this has given me another ball to juggle. I find it becoming harder to keep all balls in the air. Continue reading “Juggling”
I am really enjoying my sexual (re)awakening. As I have mentioned before on my blog, I had some health issues which prevented me from really enjoying sex, but now they have been dealt with I seem to be unstoppable. It is as if I am trying to make up for lost time. Continue reading “What is your fantasy?”
Dance like no one is watching.
I love that saying. I try to live by it as well. I love dancing and I do far too little of it. I don’t really go out dancing that often anymore – really only at the office Chrismas party – but when I do, you can’t get me off the dance floor. And I don’t care who watches. It has always been a dream of mne to learn how to pole dance, but I am too old and weak to learn that now. Alas, a missed opportunity. Continue reading “Reflection time – be bold”
I am almost finished with my first full edit of my novel and it feels so good! This is the fifth novel I have written during NaNoWriMo and the first I have edited in earnest. The previous novels have sadly all fallen by the wayside for one reason or other. But I have finally prevailed and I am so thrilled to be sending out my second draft to my alpha readers soon.
So, I wanted to dwell on some lessons I have learnt during editing. Although ‘lessons’ sounds so deep, it’s more a few observations. Continue reading “Reflection time – editing”
I am doing some research abot sex in Victorian times for a book I am writing and it’s fascinating. Reading the Victorian magazine The Pearl online gives a great insight in what people found sexy or acceptable in that time. There were a few things that struck me in reading The Pearl and I would like to discuss some of them. Continue reading “Sex in Victorian Times”
I am happiest when I am writing. November is my best month in terms of mental health as I participate in NaNoWriMo and I allow myself to write my heart out. But when the month is over my resolve to keep writing every day slackens. Part of it is the loss of community, the loss of being held accountable for the amount of words I write each day. Continue reading “Reflection Time”
“A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another…. Continue reading “Reflection time”