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Yesterday I received my script back from the RNA's New Writer's Scheme.   It's always a tense moment when you fight through the tape on the jiffy bag, slide out your work and begin to read the reviewer's comments.   But as I began to read, I felt myself crumple with disapointment.  My book, it appears, needs to be completely re-written.  There's not enough plot and the characters' motivation and actions aren't right either.   OK, I know that its only one person's opinion, but you do have to respect the fact that the person who is reviewing your effort, is a lot more experienced than you are.  And on reflection he/she is probably right, in most respects anyway.   My reviewer did suggest some ways to improve my novel and said that my writing style was good, and if they didn't think I could do it, they wouldn't have made the suggestions, so at least there was something positive about the report.   She then advised for me to go a

Now They Are Three

My gorgeous feline friends were three on Monday. It’s hard to imagine life before these beautiful creatures joined our family and yet on the other hand, it seems like only yesterday that they decided to become part of our lives.   I say they decided because that’s how it felt at the time.   The wonderful RSPCA foster carer brought them to our house to introduce us. They came out of their carrier, had a good nose around the living room and then seemed reluctant to leave.   It was love at first sight as far as we were concerned and they obviously felt the same.   They are certainly the most placid and affectionate cats I have ever known and they are loved by everyone who meets them.   Happy   birthday boys, you make our family complete.

Interesting Ancestors

I'm playing catch up this month and not only am I trying to catch up on writing posts here but I'm also trying to fnd time to read blogs that I haven't had a chance to look at recently. One blog that particularly interested me was Della Galton's post on her family history and that there is a possibility that she is related to Emmeline Pankhurst - wow, wouldn't that be amazing if she could find out if it's true? I've blogged before about my own interest in genealogy  and that my family tree has been recorded by George Ormerod, an eminent historian in the Victorian era. My own family became landowners after helping to record information for the Doomsday book.  The family tree links to various other landowning families in Cheshire, including the Fitton family who were the owners of Gawsworth Hall, now a National Trust property in Macclesfield.  Gawsworth Hall is reportedly haunted by two ghosts, one a court jester, and the other who was a daughter of th

Success with The "lovely" People's Friend!!!

I didn't want to say anything at first, in case I jinxed it, but I've had an acceptance for a short story!   It’s the first one I've had in a long, long time and only the second one to date, and it's with The "lovely" People's Friend. In times gone by, whenever I sent a story to The People's Friend, it seemed to bounce back with a standard rejection so fast that I used to check for the elastic attached to the envelope.   I felt that I was so way off the mark in subbing for this magazine that it wasn't worth bothering.   But recently a few writing friends have had such positive feedback asking them to resubmit, following which they made a sale, that I began to wonder if I should try again. After reading Wendy Clarke's blog, and her glowing reports on the mag, I began to do more than wonder.   As Del Boy used to say, "Who dares wins", so I flicked through some past copies of the magazine, decided on a plot that I thought would

Catching Up

I haven't been around in blogland for a while. July passed me by in a haze of family commitments. With the end of term, Mum's Taxi went into overdrive, going to tournaments and end of year treats for every part of my kids' lives. Social life? Sorry? What's that? I don't have time for one. This end of year was particularly poignant as my eldest left primary school. It only seems like yesterday when we went for our first visit, sat on tiny chairs whilst we listened to the Headteacher telling us all about the school. But it's not all sad because I'm really happy with the school he's going to and he's so ready to move on to the next stage of his life. The boys are spending three days a week for most of the holidays playing football, which they love, and which gets them away from the xbox. It also gives me some time to work. Paid for work has been a bit thin on the ground recently but the other week I had a massive project to undertake.