Treading Water
Writing is rewriting. After a short affair with a critique group, I made the tough decision to take another look […]
Writing is rewriting. After a short affair with a critique group, I made the tough decision to take another look […]
There are two kinds of brain freeze. There’s the one you get from gulping down ice-cream. Painful. There’s another other
If you’ve been to my place, you may have seen my walk-in wardrobe—though I usually rush to close it, if
By the open hearth, dressed in garlands and golden baubles the tree glittered. Damp wood devoured by flames, crackled and
In the midst of people walking every which way, they stand, facing each other, mum and daughter. A cacophony of
What is women’s fiction? If my WIP, had already been published and found its way into my local bookshop,