Tag: England

โ€œ317โ€

I have said here previously that I don’t count words when I write. (I disagree with the idea of measuring “progress” by daily “bean counting.”) I don’t even really look at page numbers. Early on in a manuscript especially, I just write and write and write.

On The Bookshelves

I didnโ€™t ask, but Iโ€™m thinking some are โ€œhisโ€ books and some are โ€œhers.โ€ If you are not yet in a โ€œlive-inโ€ relationship, you need to know this, because itโ€™s important: when you end up living permanently with a โ€œspecial someone,โ€ their books will likely come with them.

Up From The Ruins

The holiday happiness all around me was not making me happier; it was getting on my nerves. I’m unhappy with certain other extended “family” so-called relationships as well. Other life issues are also frustrating me. It all became an angry jumble, bubbling under my surface as the day wore on. I was “overheating.”

The Questionings

I’ve been deliberately reserved especially towards younger members of the family. The reason for that is simple: aside from the first book of that trilogy, Passports, which is probably the closest Iโ€™ve come to writing what might be termed borderline โ€œyoung adult,โ€ my novels are not really meant for “under-18s.”