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At the very least, it needs a trigger warning…

Thanks, Janette. Poop, sorry I missed you at York – I still haven’t matched up real life faces! I hope all is well with you and your writing and you had a successful Festival. x

Might I request that the warning above be amended to highlight the offensive nature of the post? Thanks.

Fall y’all!

I can say it. And wave my accent appropriate hat in the air, and drink a shot of whisky. (I am really doing that last one)

This is wonderful news CJ. Important step on the road – I suspect the fact is has taken a long time is a good thing. Beware the quickly sorted contract.

YES!!! So blooming proud of you :-* Can’t wait to get my hands on it xxx

Still smiling 🙂 🙂 🙂
I’m halfway through a blog post about the festival – but also still catching up on sleep!

Yes. I much prefer the start of this.

Yes, Flying to the Edge. It’s a slight connection, but it’s there

Yes, when I first started on An Argument, I kept thinking ‘Who’s that?’ and ‘What’s going on here?’ I soon got into it, but a straight-through read would avoid those little glitches.

So what’s your last NF book? I’ve lost track. Flying to the Edge?

@jillybean Odo the bishop of Bayeux or Odo the lurcher?

Wow, thanks Richard, thanks all. I’d be interested to hear how a back-to-back read feels, actually. The two books were written together in the first instance, although there was a lot of editing in the mean time, so it ought to work as a flowing narrative. The second one definitely has the advantage of pace – the history definitely felt as though…[Read more]

As the frog said, ‘Read it.’ I’m not that big on historical fiction and it took me a while to get into An Argument of Blood (though it turned out to be worth it), but A Black Matter for the King is a corker and had me gripped from first to last.

Aelfgifa (can’t do the dipthong) is a really compelling character, which is all the more impressive…[Read more]

Is this the kind of thing peeps meant? Still needs a tweak or two, yet, but…

By Tilda’s twenty-sixth attempt to produce an illuminorb, Silviu’s patience was wearing thin.

“Concentrate, Tilda,” the Ambakian powermage snapped.

“I am concentrating.” Tilda rubbed her palm against her trouser leg. It felt hot; surely she must’ve been close to…[Read more]