As the publication date for Happiness Is Wasted On Me approaches, I've decided to sort out my Goodreads account and start to take it a bit seriously. I've got a lot of books to catalogue, so over the next few months I'll be sorting and sifting through them, adding reviews and entries. If you have… Continue reading Goodreads!
Doctor Who is my favourite thing in the universe ever since I watched Ace beat up a Dalek with a baseball bat on my old black and white telly. Over the years, I've supported the show through cancellation to the revival and all the major changes in between. When I discovered The Doctor would be… Continue reading Why I love The Doctor AKA The Jodie Whittaker Fan Club
The Sunday Mail seemed to live at the side of the couch until the next edition appeared. At this point in my life, when I was heading to college, the Sunday newspapers felt like a mandatory part of working class life. Everyone read the News of the World and (here in Scotland) the Sunday Mail.… Continue reading Ping Pong Bitches by Ping Ping Bitches
DORA - My mother had this really nasty friend who once tried to get into the bathroom while I was having a bath. I never liked her and couldn't understand why she had all those boyfriends. What did they see in her? Her appeal was completely lost on me. All those men cheating on their… Continue reading Bad memory people
For every book that gets published, there are books that didn't make it. For whatever reason, they just didn't make it. An agent couldn't sell it. A publisher went cold on it. Bad timing. Bad luck. Sometimes the author decides to bin the book. I have four YA novels published and an adult novel soon… Continue reading The books that didn’t make it
I can't pretend The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills is my favourite show from the long-running, mega-successful franchise. My heart belongs to New York. However, I watch most of the various different shows in the Real Housewives umbrella. Beverly Hills is often regarded and referred to as 'lifestyle porn' because it presents the cast in… Continue reading I’ve laminated my Dorit Kemsley fan club badge
There we were, laughing and chatting, when suddenly we realised we weren't alone. This isn't unusual in a public building, in our case the local library. I'd been put on a shift with Andrea and we were enjoying ourselves. I'd always found it easy to chat with Andrea, whose sense of silliness matched my own.… Continue reading Do you feel the need for tweed?
The night my neighbour pulled a sword on me started off quietly enough, or about as quietly as it could living in a flat in a rundown part of town. There were always varying levels of noise. Arguments heard through thin walls were accepted and endured with all the grace I could manage. Boyracers tearing… Continue reading He who lives by the sword, also lives across the street
I haven’t been able to update my blog in a while for a few reasons. Chiefly, my beloved dog passed away. I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it easier, does it? I’m fine, but the world feels very strange. It feels strange anyway, with the Lockdown happening around me, but little moments… Continue reading The New Abnormal
Last year I was at a launch of a new book when I had a conversation with a blogger, someone I like quite well. We were chatting about books we read when we were kids. If the early nineties belonged to Point Horror, then the late eighties were owned by Roald Dahl. However, as soon… Continue reading When authors disappoint: a personal story