Welcome back, Mary!

Where do I start? I had the best of intentions to write a post every Monday for months past. Yet the day came and went and then I left it so long, I’m embarrassed to be actually posting this. But I have always believed in biting the bullet no matter what has gone before. I

First Christmas Without Lillian

It’s coming close now, that time of year when carols are sung, traffic is bumper to bumper and shop queues snake all the way around the stores. Yes, it’s Christmas, when family is together and all gathered around the fireside, fed and full and all playing board games or watching a family favourite film on TV. Well, that’s what they want you to believe if the many ads are what we should go by. But the first year, after, Mum, I mean Lillian, died, Christmas was horrendous.

Getting out and meeting others

We all know that writing can be an isolating career, cutting ourselves off when penning our novels, and then once the story is finally down on paper we have to go back in and edit. The editing is intense and draining for many and the ‘editing cave’ is often a term used by writers when they