I have this thing about birds. Not only are they the last remaining dinosaurs on earth (I know, I know; that’s stretching it a bit) but they also know how to fly. Not all of them, of course, but the majority of our feathered friends can soar through the air more or less gracefully. People …
Writing novels set in the seventeenth century has its disadvantages. Like when your heroine ends up in a situation where you just know she’s dying for a piece of chocolate – except that chocolate hasn’t been invented yet. Or when the scene you’ve just written calls for cold fingers clasped around the comforting warmth of …
In my mother’s attic there’s a little black notebook in which my grandfather detailed the expenditures of his early married life. Year one there is a new winter coat for my grandmother, a dining room table with two chairs, three shirts and a pair of shoes. That’s it. The dining room set becomes complete three …
Sometimes people ask me why I write books. “Are you hoping for a bestseller?” they snicker. “Pfff! Don’t be silly,” I say with a depreciating little shrug. “I just want to share my work with others.” Ha! I’m lying through my teeth. OF COURSE I want my book – all my books – to be …
I daydream. Well, when I’m not bugged by people requiring my full attention on something as mundane as a monthly closing or an unapproved invoice. Some people daydream about winning loads of money on the lottery. So do I occasionally, which is a very stupid daydream seeing as I don’t buy lottery tickets (What do …
With fascination I’ve followed this week’s breaking news. (Well, here in Sweden. Keep in mind that we’re a small country) In a horrid act of pillage, a group of British scientists are planning on abducting one hundred – yupp, one hundred – of our bumblebees and taking them back to the UK. Okay, so we’re …
Oh God, what a platitude! Any moment now I’ll go on to primly point out that nothing is more important than HEALTH, and … Nope. I was thinking more along the line of those microscopic moments of unadulterated joy at being alive & human that (I hope) most of us experience at the strangest times. …
It’s a scary world at times. Okay, so the world has always been scary. Back in the old, old days people were scared of cave bears, or of breaking a leg and being left behind while the tribe moved on. In more recent times, it was sort of scary to consider dying by crucifixion. (Relatively …
This time of the year, I wake every morning around five as my bedroom bathes in early morning light. For a couple of minutes I feel so totally alive, sunlight dancing through the uncovered windows, birdsong in the trees just outside. A couple of heartbeats of absolute contentment, a wordless prayer of gratitude and then …
There is a little park close to where I live. Once the grounds of a stately home, the park is graced by gigantic beeches, huge trees that now in spring unfurl leaves of such a light green it is almost phosphorescent. There is a small clearing in this park, and smack in the centre of …
Find out more about me, my books, my WIPs and participate in regular giveaways!
And you can a find me
on Twitter or Facebook
Cookies help us provide, protect and improve our products and services. By using our website, you agree to our use of cookies (Privacy policy).