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Sense & Synchronicity

26 Sunday Feb 2017

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Books, Synchronicity, Word Birds, Writers, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process

My word birds have been playing games. It seems that way at any rate & I find myself pondering their tendency for conspiracy. (Most of them are corvids – cheeky tricksters up to no good & in love with a lark.) Lately I feel certain they have been challenging my patience, & my attitude to chance or the haphazard nature of fictional fate.

Most people experience instances of unexpected synchronicity. Those moments which some refer to as coincidence & others prefer to attach relevance to. I’m firmly in the latter camp – I’m suspicious of coincidence & like to believe that however small, when these moments crop up, however small, they’re significant. It delights me when, at exactly the second someone on the radio says the word ineffable, I’m in the middle of typing it.

Since becoming a proper writer (as in published) I’ve noticed these points of reference taking on an aspect that makes me think there might be a special kind of synchronicity reserved for writers.

The brilliant Louise Beech’s first book, How To Be Brave, about a woman’s experience of having a young child diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes instantly reflected my little granddaughter’s diagnosis. When Louise published The Mountain In My Shoe, which deals with cared for children, something similar happened. Fostering children has featured hugely in my immediate family. This was reading books however; what about writing them? Before I read it I’d already decided to use the framing device Louise employs in TMIMS in my second book, The Snow Sisters. Okay – lots of writers use it but still, it struck me at the very least as relative.

When I began writing my third novel, the central character was called Grace. At some point (for no reason I ever completely fathomed) I decided to change it to Della. When Rebecca Mascull began promoting her latest book, The Wild Air, I spotted her heroine’s name was Della. When I mentioned it (I’m a polite writer), Rebecca was generosity itself & said go ahead – no worries – use it. (In the end, I changed it back to Grace because, frankly, Della was never my character’s name.) For the purpose of making my contemporaneous point, I’m adding here that Rebecca kindly wrote one of the endorsements for my first book, Ghostbird.

Move on to the deliciousness that is Sealskin by Su Bristow. A proof copy of this book was offered to me by Karen Sullivan (of Orenda Books) who coincidentally (not!) publishes Louise. Karen thought I might like it & would I give her a quote for the jacket. Sealskin is a gorgeous retelling of the myth of the selkie. My third book (& the Adventures of Grace Who Is No Longer Della) features a selkie. Not a creature from the sea; mine is from a river & other than being a creature from legend, bears little resemblance to Su’s evocative creation. It’s still a selkie story though & at the time I was offered the book I was deep in my own selkie research.

What are the chances any of these instances will occur? The answer is of course, I have no idea. I am honoured that the ones I reference connect to a group of writers for whom my admiration knows no bounds! And who have each, in her own way, offered me huge support as a writer. (Karen agreed with me about this strangeness by the way – how writers can sometimes be unconsciously on the same trajectory, sharing moments of unexpected synchronicity.)

There’s another one, dear reader.

One of my most recent reads has been the magical, The Echo of Twilight by Judith Kinghorn. Judith, who has  shown me unutterable kindness, also wrote a wonderful endorsement for Ghostbird. The first thing I spotted in TEOT was her heroine’s name: Pearl. Would you believe me if I told you it’s the name I planned on giving a character in my fourth book? Add Lola (a dog) also the name of Grace’s cat (& my daughter’s dog) a grandmother called Kitty (the name of Grace’s first love) & frankly the only question is: what are the chances of any of this happening?

It’ll all come out in the wash of course. I’ve already ditched my Pearl sans qualm & Kitty can go too. I shall however have to have a chat with Judith about the dog/cat issue…

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Each of these books is hugely worth your time. They are amazing.

Miscellaneous meandering…

19 Sunday Feb 2017

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Editing, Island Life, RiverBook, Writing, Writing Group

Island Life, Word Birds & Process

The mist took a while to lift giving an authentic island feel to the morning. A scattering of birds on the still stark branches decorated the birch tree. This leaves the process – & where I vaguely falter…

At last Thursday’s writing group with Janey I talked about being run aground in the third draft of Book 3 (nicknamed RiverBook) at around 15k. Due to Vital Plot Changes the rest is now an unholy muddle. I confessed to a wobble: knowing where you need to be is one thing, how to get there is another.

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Talking through our various wobbles (& the glimmers of what’s needed to smooth them) is the foundation of our writing group. I never leave a session without feeling encouraged. There were places I needed to be over the weekend but in the gaps I thought hard about why my story was stuck in the shallows. Even though, technically, it still is, as I began reading yesterday, I realised how daft it is to be afraid of my own writing. One of the glimmers has become ‘An Interesting Aspect’ & I’m running with it.

I’m wearing Wellies which may mean more miring. And yes, alliteration is a favourite writing thing.

If it was good enough for Shakespeare…

The writing life & the art of patience

05 Sunday Feb 2017

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Editing, Not Writing, Traditional Publishing, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process

There is an ‘in between place’ writers’ inhabit. It takes various forms: the one separating the initial idea & the execution of a first draft. The one between drafts, the forays into research that tip over into sneaky trips round social media. And those we give names to: writer’s block, procrastination, ‘real life’ (as if writing wasn’t.) We hover in the spaces between chapters, between words. We dither in edit mode, take half a day to decide if a paragraph stays or gets consigned to the Dead Darlings file.

Eclipsing each of these is a place we find ourselves once the story is done. Our best endeavour – edited to a fault & printed out on top quality Bright White – is submitted, offered up, let go, relinquished.

It can be an oddly dark space this one – furnished with anguish & the shreds of our nails, the walls lined with helpless hope. It’s the waiting room of doom where we wait while someone we almost certainly don’t know makes the crucial decision about our story & our potential future as a writer. They have temporary custody of our baby: the pristine version of our tear-stained (yes I know, pushing it now – my blog, my drama) months & more often, years of work.

In spite of it being second time round for me, the waiting remains a factor. Contract notwithstanding, there is still work to do; decisions have to be made that don’t necessarily involve me: administrative, creative, production etc. In the traditional publishing world – not least with a small press – however supportive your team, patience is the order of the day.

(Please, dear reader – with huge respect, if you are self-published don’t be tempted to insist how much easier ‘having total control’ makes the process. Consider your choice honoured!)

I love being traditionally published, I’m proud & honoured to be with a prestigious press, however small. I wouldn’t change a thing. It takes as long as it takes & while I wait for what comes next in the process, I sit in the space in between, read delicious books; scribble at book three & make notes for book four.

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It’s the writing life that matters, every aspect of it, even the waiting…

The tyranny of thin & why maths, food & writing don’t mix

15 Sunday Jan 2017

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Dieting, Feminism, Food, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process

Not writing related? Well, if a week spent obsessing about food curtails my writing time then, yes, this post is about writing, or the lack thereof.

Like many women of a certain age, I’m overweight. Not excessively so – about a stone & a half lodged round my middle. I don’t like it, it makes me feel sluggish & I’d like to shift it. This week, on a whim, I went to a Slimming World session with a friend. I’ve heard good things about SW & the evidence is irrefutable. Some of my close friends have lost impressive amounts of weight & they all say they feel better.

The ethos is simple – no food is forbidden, a great deal of healthy food is ‘free’ meaning you can eat as much as you like. The foods one is encouraged to eat less of (essentially sugar & fat) come with a SYN value. Syn is a derivative of synergy & assumes an interaction of food groups aimed at weight loss. So far, so far, but syn is also a play on the word ‘sin’ which I find troubling. Food is not sinful. It may, for some people, be made of dubious choices, involve restrictions due to allergies or physical conditions, but telling the average person already struggling with self-worth issues that a small bar of chocolate is ‘sinful’ (whichever way you spell it) immediately points the finger.

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This is where it becomes deeply problematic for me. The so-called ‘naughty’ foods: cheese, olive oil & butter; chocolate, cake, biscuits & puddings are heavily restricted. Even porridge, or muesli with dried fruit, becomes an issue of syn ‘choice.’ Other than sugar which I admit is pretty evil, in moderation, none of these foods are ‘bad’ for us but the Slimming World syn constraints on even some perfectly healthy food mean the amounts one is allowed make it barely worth bothering. The alternatives are largely (for me at any rate) disgusting. Imitation butter is vile & not even food; in my world it’s the ultimate gastronomic sin. And a Slimming World homemade chocolate cookie recipe using Nutella chocolate spread is, frankly, a political issue. Nutella contains loads of sugar & palm oil. Hello? Palm oil? (Look it up!)

There’s a cheerful note in the welcome booklet: “Take a quiet therapeutic half-hour to meal-plan your next seven days…”

Are they kidding? Therapeutic? Half an hour? I’ve spent most of this week stressing about my meals. Me, who doesn’t do stress because it’s too damn stressful. And I’m the woman who has to take off her shoes to count to eleven. I can write a book, I can’t add up a short shopping list because I’m number blind. Counting syns & converting grams to ounces & vice versa is maths. Cross referencing a Healthy Eating Option against the relevant Syn Option is maths. And spending extra money on food I don’t really like is also maths…

So yes, I resent time away from my work, being too anxious to follow my pen. I’m tempted to kiss the joining fee goodbye, put it down to experience & forget it. I’m not sure losing a stone & a half is worth the misery of meals made of maths.

Ps: Some work did get done…

Begin at the beginning

01 Sunday Jan 2017

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Drafts, Editing, Epigrams, First Lines, Ghostbird, Mise en Abîme, Quotations, Reviews, Writers, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process

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Once upon a time is the place where most stories begin. The writer will rarely know for certain where her latest story came from, only that it did. The initial trace will have landed in the bit of her brain marked ‘story.’ From there, if the thing has wheels, in the excitement, that first spark may get forgotten; a once upon a moment lost in the thrill of the story taking shape. It doesn’t matter. It is what it was: a glimmer, a dream or possibly a first line – & even that’s likely to get side-lined.

My favourite first line was written by the immaculate Dodie Smith in I Capture the Castle – ‘I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.’ The image conjured is perfect & instantly the reader wants to know where, what, when & why.

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Our original first lines rarely make it to the final cut – editors often see to that – it’s their job. In the event they don’t make us change it, we have almost always done so ourselves, many times.

First lines are the bane of a writer’s life because readers devour them & we have to get them right. Like a cover or a blurb, a memorable one can mean the difference between a sale and a rejection. I always imagine my first lines are pretty cool. I’m often wrong & have a good laugh/wry smile when the real one emerges.

The story I’m currently working on is in third draft. It began with some pretentious attempt as a series of mise en abîme which, by the second draft, were rejected in favour of a simple epigram. Although I liked it – I’m fond of epigrams – by the current draft I recognised these few lines worked better within the narrative. (What I now have is a secret.)

So far mind, the beginning of chapter one hasn’t changed. As first lines go it’s pretty ordinary – ten words, none of them startling or uppity. They do set the scene. I hope I get to keep them. And out of the blue, a few days ago the word birds dropped by with the first line of Book 4. It’s lush.

Onward & sideways!

Oh yes, while you’re here, I wish you a joyous 2017. If you read Ghostbird, thank you. If you reviewed it, I adore you. If you are writing your own story – may the New Year gift you a cooperative Muse, a fabulous first line & this little hackneyed, clichéd, perfect mantra.

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Nothing is a secret

04 Sunday Dec 2016

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Christmas, Lunar Market, Writers, Writing, Writing Advice, Writing Secrets

Island Life, Word Birds & Process #27

It’s that time of year, when secrets abound: surprises for our beloveds & the annual trick of keeping them from bright-eyed children. It’s a magical time & I’m a big fan of these sorts of secrets. There are other kinds too – the ones as writers we hold onto for fear the sharing of them might diminish our power. The tricks & stratagems we employ hoping to facilitate better writing that may perhaps give us an edge on the competition.

Yesterday, in my guise as author, I attended a local Christmas Fair in Llanfair Clydogau, a small village four miles from Lampeter. I signed & sold copies of Ghostbird to lovely people from my community. Two Welsh women in particular whose knowledge of the myth of Blodeuwedd (the thread running through the story) was as good if not better than my own.

I also spoke to a couple of yet to be published writers, both of whom were curious to know about aspects of writing, from how to maintain the discipline to how traditional publishing works. Both were genuinely interested, charming & committed. I found myself happily sharing information & even, in the case of one of them, giving up a couple of ‘secrets’ which in my view is different from offering advice. Her reaction to one was such – ‘Oh, I’d never have thought of that, how clever!’ – I realised I didn’t mind sharing. (It’s not like I made it up all by myself – I’ve never heard of it before but I bet there are loads of authors who give their characters birth signs, the better to understand them.)

I never offer advice on writing. Hello? One book published – how does that make me an expert? What I do say to anyone who genuinely wants to know is the following. Never use the word aspiring. Unless they are professional editors, never assume your family & friends can edit. They are your family & friends; they’re supposed to think you are brilliant. It’s their job to tell you your shopping lists are worthy of publication. Pay for the real thing! And don’t assume you have to self-publish first – buy a copy of Writers & Artists’ Yearbook & think big!

This is borderline advice I suppose – hey – they asked me.

Writing secrets are different. I had another chat with a talented artist, Claire Parsons. (You can find her work here.) We discussed the merits of sharing creative tricks of the trade. She mentioned a particular technique she had shown a fellow artist & how grateful he had been for the insight. (I mentioned my other favourite tip: when embarking on your first line edit, change the font.)

As I paid Claire for one of her gorgeous cards she said, ‘The thing is, nothing’s a secret.’

I thought about the seasonal secrets I’m keeping but knew, Claire didn’t mean that. Over the past few years I’ve learned a huge amount about my craft from numerous generous & gifted writers & editors. Surely, if we are fortunate enough to be taught by talented mentors, we ought to be happy to share the knowledge?

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The private face of the public writer

20 Sunday Nov 2016

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Feminism, Ghostbird, Quotations, Social Media, Virginia Woolf, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process #26

‘If one is to deal with people on a large scale,’ Virginia Woolf said, ‘and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy?’

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‘Melancholy’ is laying it on a bit thick although I take her point. If I had a pound for every time I’ve held my fire on social media, I’d be that proverbially rich woman. And never mind melancholic, I’d be in state of permanent fury. Since I’ve been published, not saying what I think had become an unexpected thing for me.

It’s a conflict of interests, frankly.

Promoting oneself as a writer via social media is a good way to get noticed. I appreciate my responsibility to my book and to my wonderful publisher, and do the best I can. It’s a fine line though – however small your platform, it’s too easy to allow yourself to be enticed into controversy, which may possibly do your book no good at all.

In days of yore I was vocally political and a committed activist. (Feminism has a great deal to thank the second wave for. You’re welcome.) It’s a different world now and online I’m choosing to take a back seat. It doesn’t mean my heart isn’t still on raging fire.

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Where social media is concerned I keep my distance from controvosy and avoid saying what I really think a lot. Not that it matters – I may have had a book published, I’m not JK Rowling – who cares what I think anyway? Well, that’s the point – people do (often they’re weird people) and it’s easy to get caught up in all sorts of scary malarkey.

Forty-eight people subscribe to this blog. Small-fry in the big old blogosphere scheme of things, but in my world, that’s a lot of people reading what I have to say – about anything. I’m not far off nine hundred Twitter followers too. I like Twitter; it’s been good to me in terms of promoting Ghostbird even though I know I don’t use it to its fullest capacity. I can’t; I don’t have time. And to be honest, if I was on it like a leech, day after day, I’d get no work done and have nothing to promote anyway. Facebook is fun and most of the time I like it too. Thus far I’ve avoided anything contentious, and managed to extricate myself from the odd contretemps by being polite.

For a woman who likes the sound of her own voice, I’m a very private person. I keep 99% of my personal life to myself. And this is the nub of the thing. I don’t know if there’s a line, and if there is, where it is. I think we draw our own and as a writer, I choose to walk a relatively gentle one. I stick to posts about writing and swimming and the view from my aerie. Don’t be fooled though – my private face often has its eyes narrowed and its lips pursed in case a snarky, radical, barbed comment is required.

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‘If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it.’
~Toni Morrison

First drafts, learning by experience & writing to keep up

13 Sunday Nov 2016

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Drafts, RiverBook, Word Birds, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process #25

I fear I have confused the word birds. Having cwtched down for the past however many months, the ones making up the first draft of my next story have had time to bed in – feel secure and imagine their contributions safe from any mucking about on my part. Yesterday they were rudely awakened. Having opened the document, sadly (for the word birds) inevitably for me, mucking about is what I must now do.

The story was written before book two (which I have recently completed), when I still had a good deal to learn. I’ve known for a while now that a major aspect of it would have to go, that the entire thing is in need of paring down and simplifying. The reason I know is because of the process I’ve recently been through with book two. The structural edits and the rewrite were done far more quickly than I expected, largely because I’m getting better at it. Once I knew what I needed to do, the doing of it came relatively easily.

This next story is a departure – I’m writing an older central character for one thing. Still meddling in the magic but trying my hand at a more immediate story, something rooted in the present and only vaguely referencing the past. It isn’t easy for me. I adore backstory. I love writing it – I like the way the past informs the present and I’m rarely put off by books that make a feature of backstory. I do know there’s a trick to writing it. It’s something I’m absolutely learning and it’s a revelation.

Damn, I love this writing lark – I have a head full of stories, each one more easily conjured than its predecessor. There’s no help for it – I have to keep at it, keep up and live to be a hundred.

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Rewrite, recite…

26 Wednesday Oct 2016

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Editing, Reading Out Loud, Snow Sisters, Structural Edits, Writing

Island Life, Word Birds & Process #24

On my bathroom wall hangs one of those pretty plaques – the kind with an elegant font & soothing words. Mine was a gift from my writing sister, Janey (aka Hexica for those of you who know me/her on Facebook.) It urges me to Relax, Refresh, Renew.

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I have no problem with this – I love my bath & as I’ve mentioned before, have a great many writing light bulb moments whilst lollygagging in rose & geranium-scented water. While I worked on this recent, detailed draft of my second book, it occurred to me to add a post-it note to the plaque with the word Rewrite on it.

It took me seven weeks to complete this structural rewrite & I’ve spent the last few days line-editing it too. As well as checking everything in sight with my squinty eyes, when I do a line-edit I read the dialogue out loud. It’s the only way to make sure it’s authentic. Sometime during the process, I considered adding Recite to the mantra.

Living alone has many benefits – not being considered nuts by your nearest & dearest when you talk to yourself (and answer) is one of them. As I waffled away the cat showed up, hopefully translating, ‘It was under a dustsheet, in an old wooden trunk with a pile of moth-eaten clothes’ into ‘Knock yourself out, Misty, have a whole sachet of Dreamies.’ It didn’t work of course & Misty is the mistress of the affronted sashay. (I know – couldn’t resist.) Off she went & I returned to my waffling.

On Twitter yesterday I noticed another friend has been going through exactly the same procedure. Jenny finished her own out loud read through (& added it was time to celebrate with chocolate.)

Quite.

It’s a good trick, this reading out loud lark & one that can’t be over-emphasised. As is the one involving chocolate.

A draft is a half-formed thing

16 Sunday Oct 2016

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Books, Drafts, Editing, Editor, Ghostbird, Honno, Ideas, Quotations, Reading, Snow Sisters, Writers, Writing, Writing Group

Island Life, Word Birds & Process #24

Earlier in the week my writing group sister & I were discussing a quotation she’d come across. Anyone who knows me knows my take on these things. The more ‘inspirational’ they are the less likely I am to be enamoured. This one is different. It’s less inspirational & more common sense. We were in agreement.

“Hard writing makes easy reading. Easy writing makes hard reading.”

Although the quote has been officially credited to William Knowlton Zinsser, an American writer, literary critic, editor & teacher, it’s also been attributed to Ernest Hemingway. It hardly matters. For the purposes of making my point, I’m happy to have Hemingway on my side too. Neither writer meant ‘easy’ as in ‘peasy’ – they meant that when a book is easy to read the words flow, the eye is mesmerised; the pages turn as if by remote control because the whole is the the result of dedicated hard work, often  written in metaphorical blood.

My first book, Ghostbird, was published in March this year. It took me years to write, rewrite & eventually submit. It got rejected; I rewrote it, resubmitted & so forth. It was hard, hard work & eventually it paid off. I got a publishing deal with Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press. I think I can safely say, even if it isn’t your cup of tea, my book is easy to read.

I’m currently editing my second. I began writing it approximately eighteen months ago. The first draft was completed in roughly ten months which seemed ridiculously fast until I recognised I must have learned a few tricks on the way. (And there’s nothing like being published to make you want to write another book!) After I’d written the second draft (& edited the hell out of it) I submitted it to my editor, the gracious & scarily perceptive Janet Thomas. Her input was, as it always is, positive with added ‘buts.’

‘Buts’ are what a great editor excels at. ‘Buts’ are what they say after, ‘I love this part…’ It’s when the light bulbs go on, the boxes get ticked & the writer realises she still has work to do. It doesn’t matter because the solutions to the ‘buts’ make her heart sing.

This is my third draft – a deeply focused edit involving a good deal of rewriting based on Janet’s wise advice. I have excavated the layers beneath, accessed my authentic story; I’m doing the best I can for my characters. I hope to have this version finished by the end of the month. It will still be scrutinised again & possibly taken apart.

And here’s my point. The initial idea for our stories often comes out of somewhere unexpected. They take us by surprise, fire us up & it’s incredibly exciting. (I had the idea, characters & most of the story outlined for this current book in two days!) It’s the filling that takes the time. Writing a book is hard graft. There is more to it than a great idea. And a padded outline isn’t a story, a single draft isn’t enough. Neither is a second proofread, friend-read one. Until it’s been picked apart by someone with no agenda other than to make the story the best it can possibly be it remains a half-formed thing.

Unless one is Margaret Atwood – or someone of that calibre – an easy, quickly written story is a draft. Unedited, it grates on the eye, has the reader reaching for her metaphorical black pen. If we love our characters, have faith in our story why would we opt for easy? In my view, easy is lazy. Nothing worth doing comes without effort; least of all writing a book. It takes time, dedication & resolve.

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The title of this piece references the debut novel by Eimear McBride – A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing. It’s an extraordinary book, innovative & challenging, written in a mind- bending style that’s demands every iota of your attention. Once you give it, fall into the flow & joy of the prose, you realise this is a book that can only have taken the writer on the hardest of paths.

Writing never stops being hard but I reckon it’s the closest thing to bliss I’ve experienced. I’ve just finished reading a book that made me cry (in a good way), shake my head at the perfection of it. It wasn’t written & published in a few months. It has excellence, faultless research & attention to detail on every page. As I read, the pages turned by themselves, the words conjured spells & this morning when I came to the end, I stroked the cover & seriously considered going back to the beginning.

The book? It’s by Louise Beech & called The Mountain in My Shoe. I’ll be reviewing it soon, if I can resist reading it again.

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