Rusting relics and regal stares…
We set out for Queens last weekend, to explore Flushing Meadows – knowing only that it had a zoo – and that’s where the US Open Tennis is played. Wow – were
We set out for Queens last weekend, to explore Flushing Meadows – knowing only that it had a zoo – and that’s where the US Open Tennis is played. Wow – were
I’m not afraid of heights – honestly I’m not. I have a healthy respect for things I might fall off – chairs, ladders, horses… But heights… I’m fine… ish. I’m in Toronto
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After seeing my Russian cover last week, I started thinking about book covers, and how they vary from place to place. This was all the excuse I needed to spend a lovely
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This is the Russian cover for The Farmer Needs A Wife. I can’t read any of the Russian, of course, but it’s very exciting to see it.
I am in Miami this week – home of spectacular sunrises, a pretty good basketball team and THE red-haired hero. I speak of Horatio Caine – CSI Miami’s taciturn but oh-so-sexy hero
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I’m building a town. Not a real town you understand – but the town where my next three books are going to be set. It’s a mining town in the Australian outback
We went to the Bronx Zoo this weekend. There was still some snow on the ground – and it was pretty cold. It started snowing again soon after we arrived and I
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I’m not much of a plotter. When I start a book, I have the characters firmly set in my head – but the plot is a different matter. I know broadly what
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Writing is a funny thing – sometimes I wake and up have 2,000 words written before lunch. Other days, I can’t seem to construct three consecutive sentences. Ideas are the same. Sometimes