The thing I do for nobody else but me, until it’s done

Above: My flowerbed fantasy – Botanical Gardens, Nantes This is a post I’m writing for myself, but you’re welcome to read it. It’s possibly about gardening – which I’m not great at – but it could equally be about a book. All I had was a germ of an idea. I didn’t have a ‘story to […]

Moving a mountain one coffee spoon at a time.

I have just finished writing Chapter Ten. Progress is achingly slow, I have a hundred little distractions (like this, and I need a cuppa coffee). Yesterday it took me from 12pm til 6pm to sit still long enough in order to type a meaningful sentence. How do people write huge volumes? I feel like the […]