Keep Calm and Carry on Writing


Well, it’s been a little while since I last posted anything… okay, so it was Christmas. Yes, Christmas! Where has the time gone?

There is a reason for my tardiness. A couple of years ago my husband and I decided to buy a house – a doer-upper—thinking it would be great fun to tackle a renovation project. The first time we’d ever embarked on anything like this. Ever.

Fun, we thought! Do you have any idea just how many decisions need taking, especially when you’re trying to do it on a tight budget? We didn’t. It’s a lot!

Over the course of the last six months I’ve had to move my writing desk four times, and for the last two months I’ve been working on a make-shift table in the corner of the bedroom; telling myself if Stephen King can produce gold in a windowless laundry room in his basement and Agatha Christie happy wherever, as long as she had a steady table and a typewriter, then I have no excuse.

With that in mind, work continues on novel number 3, which I try to attack with the same gusto as the others, but yes, it is hard when your house is regularly invaded by a host of tradespeople. At the height of the build I was making refreshments for eleven people. Add to that the noise and the dust… Oh my God, don’t get me started on the dust!

But at least I managed to hide myself in the room where I was working, close the door and shut it all out in order to get Feather and Claw out for the promised pre-Christmas deadline (still available to buy on Amazon 😉)

Slowly the work is progressing and more and more often I find myself in a half-finished shell of a room, paintbrush in hand.

The funny thing is, the more I do that isn’t sitting at a desk writing, the more ideas I get. As a result, I’ve made some exciting changes to novel 3 (I’m still toying with the title) and have had some fantastic ideas for novels 4 and 5 and have produced a couple of short stories that may (or may not) feature in Crime Bites volume 2 (due out in the summer).

As the house project draws to a close, it will be a relief to get some degree of normality back, but there is one thing it has taught me:

All of life’s experiences, whether good or how bad, are fuel for a fertile imagination… Yes, even dust!

Hmmm, I wonder if Philip Pullman has ever written whilst in the throes of a major renovation?  

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