New Year’s resolution: ‘No goals. Just be.’ I’m stepping away from this blog. I may dip in and out from time to time, but unlike this...

I’m still catching my breath. It’s been a month of mad scribbling. November was National Novel Writing Month and it’s been a goal of mine...

I’m in the middle of a Scrivener trial. Day sixteen. I love writing in Word but after years of listening to anecdotes about software to...

Wow! What an amazing weekend at the Romance Writers Australia (RWA) 2019 Conference. I got to hang out with hundreds of writers, ranging...

When I began this blog the intention was to focus on my writing journey. However, when there are huge gaping spaces between blog posts...

I did a BIAW. A 'book in a week' challenge, inspired or modelled on NaNoWriMo which is held every November (this has to be on every...

A dirty draft is a ‘thing’. Apparently, I’m the last to find out. I’ve started writing a new story and naturally, took my first...

The holiday poolside reading scene has apparently evolved in my absence. Paperbacks and magazines have been replaced by kindles and...

The space between is muted. The quiet rocked by a brittle ache. The first sign, if any before the vice squeezes, crushing creativity....

I no longer have a writing ‘office’. Déjà vu you’re thinking. Yes, I’ve been here and blogged about it before. But this time I thought...

I’m on a writers retreat for one – me. The planning involved was minimal. The ‘retreat’ (a motel room) needed to tick three boxes: A...

In the early nineteen nineties I did what so many Australians do in this gorgeous country. I left. My best friend, an avid writer,...

Bro ken words tum bling out. Prec ious gems lost. Scat tered in the wind.

I received an email today from a colleague. Nothing odd about it until I reached the final sentence and his last word… therein. My head...

These past few weeks the choice to write was taken away from me. Migraines, never lurking far, gripped me in their gnarly claws and set...

There were little signs and I should have twigged. Today, I knew for certain, the love affair was over. It was an ordinary day like any...

This weekend I stepped into my manuscript. The story is set on the New South Wales Central Coast on an isolated beach near a small town....

It was always going to be a challenge, me blogging. Apart from my foray into writing a cafe column and a few small articles for the...

I started writing a contemporary romance as an escape. It was at a time when my crime manuscript was twisting me in knots. I was...

When I lived in London, we frequented a nightclub on Sunday nights, called Pips . Entry was four pounds, and all drinks, even top shelf,...