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. (more…)
My year has gotten off to a good start: I have been accepted for the New Writer’s Scheme of the Romantic Novelists’ Association. In addition to the usual RNA member benefits members of the New Writer’s Scheme are invited to submit a manuscript for a critique. The deadline for this is 31 August. Which gives me 8 months to write and edit a book for submission. Which is great, because I love deadlines! I am so pleased to have applied and to have been accepted; it feels like I am finally taking my writing seriously. Which I am of course, but rather than just saying it, I am actually doing it.
I have also subscribed to Mslexia, a quarterly writers magazine for women. They also run an online writers community which I will have access to so that should be good. And I have decided to enter a short story in their competition in March. So yay, lots of fun writerly things to look forward to.
It’s New Year’s Eve. 2016 is finally coming to an end. On a public level, 2016 has not been the greatest. We have lost a lot of loved celebrities, the US has elected a vile, hateful lowlife as a president and the UK has voted to go back to the 1950s during the Brexit referendum. The world has stood idly by while Syrian civilians have been bombed into oblivion and there have been more bombings and acts of terrorism than I would like to recall. I am sure we will all be happy to see the end of 2016. (more…)
Okay, so. I have wanted to talk about this for a while, but never really found the right platform. So now that I have this blog, I might as well fling it up here.
I recently had a hysterectomy, or to be precise: a total pelvic clearance. Which means removal of the uterus, ovaries and cervix. The whole nine yards. I have suffered with endometriosis since I was 12 and as my husband and I didn’t want any more children and I was sick and tired of being in pain, I chose for the drastic option when my surgeon presented me with the options available. (more…)
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