Climbing the mountain of doom with the crampons of hope

Often I imagine what kind of things I’ll do if I scale the Everest that is a career in writing today. Apart from taking baths in champagne, shooting pheasants (and possibly peasants) on my country estate, etc. One thing I would definitely do would be look back on the progress I’ve made. Less than a…

Papercuts by lamplight

This post is an attempt to explain to myself more than anyone else why I sat up till 2 am last night when I was already tired. I’ve always been a sucker for books that draw you in. I remember when I was seven getting in trouble because I just didn’t stop reading when book…

Take That and Publish

I’ve been editing a lot recently. (The ‘cut 50 words off every page so I don’t have to think about what sections I don’t need’ approach is working really well – down to 100,000. Done!) Usually editing is so painful I want to stick the pen in my only working eye so I don’t have…

The millionaires, the thief, the nice man, and his dog

I had an interesting experience last night, when I was attending a fundraising dinner. Despite the fact I was probably one of the least wealthy people in the room, some useless thief decided my bag was indeed the one to steal. I can see how they got confused – tatty clutch bags from BHS probably…

Why exactly pains, trains, and inkstains

I wanted to start this blog to chronicle my attempts to do something stupid, hard, and emotionally ruinous. No, not auditioning for X factor or climbing Mt Everest (except metaphorically). In fact, after something like twenty years of scribbling, I’m trying to become a published writer. And it’s not easy! I hear of nothing but…