As Britney Spears once sang…. Oops, I did it again. I have set another book loose into the world. Well … almost. I hit the send button this week on what will be my ninth published book. Assuming of course that my publisher likes it. I think she will – I cried as I wrote…
I get about a bit. As regular readers will know, my day job takes me to some pretty interesting places… and none more interesting than Maseru. I confess, when asked to go there, I had to look it up. I always find out a bit about any country I visit before I go. But this…
Last weekend was the Romantic Novelists Association conference – and as the associations webmistress (I really like the sound of that) and all round geek queen, I led a workshop on taking the technical terror out of giving talks. Authors give talks – and for people who spend most of their lives alone talking to…
They say you never forget your first – and in this case, my first first. I am talking about the first story I have written in the first person. Normally I’m a third kind of girl… that is to say all my books are written in the third person and from multiple viewpoints. But I…
Drum Roll Please… It’s here – the fourth book in my Coorah Creek series. Little Girl Lost takes us back to Coorah Creek, where we meet up with Sergeant Max, Trish at the pub, Dr Adam and Dan the park ranger… all our old friends. And there are some new faces in town too.…
My visit to the Aran islands (see last week’s blog) was all about knitting, but there were two more island groups I had to see while I was in Ireland. This time it was all about language and literature and puffins with light sabres. Both islands are uninhabited, but both have stories to tell. It…
Any knitter who goes to Ireland knows what is waiting for them… Aran sweaters, Aran scarves, Aran blankets. Aran knitting of all shapes and sizes and colours. It is probably no surprise therefore that while on my Irish holiday, I found my way to the Aran islands– and I was immediately struck by two things.…
As regular readers will know – I am a big fan of ruins. Give me a crumbling castle to explore, or an abandoned abbey, and I’m set for hours of enjoyment. I love the history of such places and like to wonder about the people who lived there. What I normally don’t expect is to…
When I first heard of the Wild Atlantic Way – the very name sounded exciting. So I googled it, and then last week I drove along it. Or at least, a small part of the southern section of it. The Wild Atlantic Ways refers to the roads that run up the west coast of Ireland…
