Tag Archives: Three Day Novel

Down to the wire

Posted on June 28, 2012 by

This morning I printed out The Swan Harp, all 130,000 words, three hundred pages of it. That’s something of an accomplishment. In 2005 I’d never written anything longer than about 10,000 words. I’d certainly never rewritten anything that long. In … Continue reading →

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The Duchess of Deadlines

Posted on February 2, 2011 by

I’m a procrastinator. There’s a twelve-step programme for that, Procrastinators Anonymous. I mean to join it someday, but so far I just keep putting it off. Just as well, really – they never get around to holding the meetings. Joking … Continue reading →

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Ampersand and Ann

Posted on November 27, 2010 by

The snow flies, and I have sad news. Ampersand has not been home since mid-September. Because I live in the country, and my cats do tend to roam, I try to hope for a return as long as possible. But … Continue reading →

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Authors, start your engines

Posted on November 8, 2010 by

At one time I would never have thought of entering a contest for which I would have to pay an entry fee. What was the point of that? I thought. If you didn’t win, you were out money – and … Continue reading →

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The myth of the lonely writer

Posted on November 5, 2010 by

At 1:22 this morning – but who was checking? – I finished the second draft of The Swan Harp. Thanks to the feedback from my readers I added another subplot, which added another forty pages, and the story is much … Continue reading →

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Seasonal Affective – creativity?

Posted on November 2, 2010 by

This morning I had to look twice to be sure that all that white stuff on the ground wasn’t snow, but frost. It was frost. All the same, winter’s coming; I know it, and Sky knows it. Winter is her … Continue reading →

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