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,...

Reluctant because I’m not convinced I have anything interesting to say. My best writing is always in my head. Sentences like melodies,...