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Out of the Mouths .......

Now, what is she doing with a photograph of a potato masher on her blog – has she gone completely insane?  I hear you ask. Well no, not quite, not yet anyway. Recently I’ve put together a rota for household chores for my boys.  They want money and I would much rather be writing than cleaning, so each job has a price and each day they tick off the jobs they have done. Sunday is payday. It’s not always a qualifying success and more often than not I have to nag to make sure the jobs are done.  Last week my youngest wasn’t too happy with the amount of money he received at the end of the week and vowed to try harder.  I’m still waiting.  But I console myself that at least I’m trying to impart some kind of work ethos to the next generation.  Maybe their future partners will thank me one day even if the boys don’t. I also have to turn a blind eye to things not being done quite how I would like them and spend a lot of time hunting around the kitchen as the contents of th

A Bad Day At The Office

Not only was yesterday indeed a bad day at the office, sorting out the mess other people had made, but when I arrived home the bad news continued. When I opened the door I was greeted by the ominous sight of an A4 envelope at my feet. At first I thought it was The People's Friend returning my story, but it wasn't, it was my novel which I only sent out last week. Sure enough attached to it was a standard rejection letter.  Whilst I'm pleased that they didn't keep me hanging around before giving me a no, I was slightly wounded by the speed at which it had been rejected.   And then lo and behold, when I opened up my emails it was to receive a rejection for my story too.  And although it was a nice rejection, as always from The Friend, the result was still the same. A double whammy you might say. Oh well, these things happen and now I will have to send them both on elsewhere.  At least I've done the groundwork so it will be a simpler task this t


This week I finally sent of my first novel, Balancing The Scales to an agent! Its been a long time in coming.  The original spark came when my boys were small (I did say it was a long time) and after dropping them off at nursery I would arrive at my full time job feeling as though I had already done a day's work. From there I fleshed out the characters, gave my main character some obstacles, and then threw a few more at her for good measure. I joined a correspondence course with Writing Magazine and my lovely tutor, Sue Johnson, guided me through the first few chapters and eventually I completed the first draft.  Then I edited, once twice and several times more for good measure. After receiving a critique from the Romantic Novelist's Association New Writer's scheme, I redrafted again and sent to my writer's group. And yes, you guessed it, edited it again (who said writing was easy). Now my novel is as good as I think I can get it - for now at le

In Vain

I read with interest Jane Wenham Jones’ column in February’s edition of Writing Magazine. A reader had sent a question in on vanity publishers.  She had received a contract accepting her book to be published but was being asked to provide between £1,000 - £3,500 to do so.  The reader was in a quandary as to whether she should go ahead.  Jane advised her categorically not to. As I read the article I found myself nodding in agreement.  In an ideal world everyone would love to be published via a traditional route and to be paid for it, but not everyone is going make it.  Who knows why, maybe the timing’s not right, the subject‘s not right, or maybe you’re just not good enough as a writer. I can certainly understand the frustration of not being able to published in this way, I’m sure most writers’ ultimate aim is to earn money from something we love to do and put a lot of effort into, but as I read this article my thoughts were that I would never part with this kind of money to se

Short Stories

I can’t believe that its March already – this year really does seem to be slipping through my fingers. Despite that I had a reasonably productive month in February.  I carried on the 500 words per day writing challenge until well into the middle of the month, by which time I had four new short stories written, some of a longer length than I usually write. At this point I stopped writing any more as I decided that I needed to do something with them, so I typed them all up and plan to edit them this month. I also edited a story I had written a while ago and sent it out to my writers’ group for a critique.  As usual they gave me some very constructive feedback and suggestions of things which didn’t quite work.  Some of them were things which had been niggling me, some which I hadn’t thought of but once they were mentioned, were glaringly obvious.  I mulled over how I could make changes to the story to make it better and today have re-edited and sent it out.  Fingers crossed it ge