I feel I still have many questions. I am not as creative as Marie at putting them together, but basically they boil down to: was the whole Royal Pardon business done just because Gatehouse is crazy? In fact, does the whole story boil down to: Gatehouse is crazy? I mean, pensions schmensions, there are easier ways to …
I don’t know why, really, but Israel seems to be coming up more and more frequently these days in the questions people ask me or the things I hear them say about me. For example, I heard from a friend, A, that another writer, B, had said they were surprised that A was friends with …
A few weeks ago, the other Perplex City writers and I got to talking about how much we’d enjoyed working together, and started wondering about what our characters might be up to now. So, this is very unofficial, but we put together some fan fiction for a Restitution of the Cube Day treat. And we love you all 🙂 ———————————————————————————— They say you …
For the record, I would just like to make it clear that I *did*, in fact, go to 31 new places in August! Where I got lazy was writing about them. But, here is a list. And some pictures. I think this list is best read at very fast speed in a single breath, like …
Ah, it’s all getting a bit B S Johnson out-of-order storytelling now. But if I want to get them all done in August there’ll have to be more than one a day. So. The last time I saw the marvellous Rachel Rose Reid (go and look, she’s lovely) was at Camp Bestival, where I was performing at …
Courtesy of the lovely people at Hendricks Gin, I’m spending this weekend at The Secret Garden Party festival in Cambridgeshire. I’ve never been to Burning Man, but I imagine it has this sort of vibe: a lot of weird and gorgeous costumes, strange art installations and more naked breasts than I’ve ever seen outside a …
I travelled from Bologna to Paris today, on the train. Well, last night. Well, today. Forgive me, I’m a bit tired. The train was two hours late arriving at Bologna – hours I spent on a humid platform fending off beggars and weirdos, always fun to be a woman travelling alone – then it accumulated …
I start rather more energetically than I mean to go on, because I think I spent only 40 seconds today in a place I’ve been before: the one familiar place was Gare de Lyon Paris, marching through in an attempt to composter mon billet (ma billet? why would a billet have a gender anyway?) and …
So I’ve changed the title of the blog. I picked the previous title “On the life of a new author” on a whim in 2005 when I sold my first novel and my friend Yoz said to me “you should really have a blog”. Keeping it now I’ve published a second novel feels a bit …
Cosy day today, despite the horrible blustery weather. Went to a pub I like in Hampstead – arrived about 11.30am when it was fairly deserted, left at 2.30pm when it was getting unpleasantly crowded. I never do this sort of thing without a project but I don’t know why: for the price of a cup …