Any regular reader of my blog will notice a theme – I have a thing about my trips north of the border. I love the scenery, the wildlife, and I definitely enjoy my Scottish history with a healthy dose of romance. It’s why the highlands have always had such a hold over me, and in … More Information and inspiration north of the border
The Tower of London. So much history crammed into a relatively small patch of London. Now dwarfed by the surrounding tower blocks, it can be difficult to imagine just what impression the White Tower would have had when construction started, back in 1078. Also funny to think now, with the Tower being almost a symbol … More Notes from the Tower
Yesterday morning, I ensured my bag was packed for all weather eventualities, and headed along to Oban’s ferry terminal, to hop on the boat to Mull. It’s a trip I’ve made many times before, but yesterday was also a rare chance to meet up with a fellow Crooked Cat author, Yvonne Marjot. We’d met briefly … More To Mull and back!
It’s been a great week for inspiring writing events! Well, in one way. In another, my poor brain is feeling ever-so-slightly fried, and anxious as to how it will get all these new and shiny ideas out and onto the page! After Monday at Elementary Writers, then Thursday’s War Channels workshop, came North Tyneside Writers’ … More Death at the Docks
Today, I used a blissful day of annual leave to head south of the river to The Word. I’ve visited before for a day of crime-writing workshops, and today was to prove equally fascinating and inspiring. The focus of the workshop was to combine marine archaeology with creative writing, and generating responses to the ‘invisible … More War Channels at The Word
As I was packing for Swanwick a couple of weeks ago, and loading up my own books for the book-room, I swore I was only going to let myself buy two books – The Real CSI was one of them. The fact that I ended up buying seven is an entirely different matter. One of … More Book review: The Real CSI
This week, breaking the habit of a lifetime, I’ve been away over the August Bank Holiday. It’s usually a time for battering down the hatches, stocking up on M&S grub, and rarely leaving the sofa, but this year, I headed north of the border, and with a couple of days off work, took the chance … More A Scottish (not Sunday) Sojourn