Month: September 2011

Out-twitted

As Sofia over at Mother Road might say: Holy Crap! Just when I was falling in love with Twitter, marvelling at its brevity, its nimble mini-urls and its ability to keep me entertained, I recently found that the cupboard was bare. Well, not bare, just temporarily over-subscribed. And there was me thinking twitter only had …

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Random script dialogue

[Driver and passenger are driving on a bend. Car coming from opposite direction, crosses central line and almost causes an accident.] Did you see the way that driver cut you up? I’m sure it wasn’t intentional. Are you kidding? He was over the centre line. If you weren’t watching the road he would have hit …

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We’ve Only Gone and Done it, Rodders!

Yesterday’s Writer Networking Event was a great success. Let’s not beat around the bush: it was brilliant! Imagine 45 writers in one space, the atmosphere thick with anticipation, creativity and a just a hint of competitiveness. Add to mix Cyprus Well Director, Tracey Guiry, who partnered with me to make it happen, plus author Sarah …

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The End?

As a writer and a reader, I’m fascinated with endings. So much so that I ponder the conclusion of a book long after I’ve returned it to the shelf or the charity shop. Whether it’s wondering and worrying about how Rebus fills his afternoons or if Dr Rhodes eventually took over the nursing home at …

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Well I never!

They say you learn something new every day. I’ll spare you my diary entries and share three four things I learned in the last week. 1. Editing and proofreading are very different animals. Just because it waddles like a duck, floats like a duck and makes quacking sounds, don’t assume it isn’t a goose. I’ve …

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Losing Face and Making Space

Sometimes it takes a big person to recognise when a relationship isn’t working out. “It’s not you – it’s me,” has become a cliche and a get out clause. But in this case, I have to say, “It’s not me – it’s YOU!” You crave my attention and you have so many finicky rules and …

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The Big Question

“Mummy, why doesn’t Uncle Malcolm ever stay to dinner?” “Well darling, Malcolm is something called a vegetarian.” “Is that a sort of religion?” (Frowns.) “No dear, not exactly. Uncle Malcolm has certain beliefs about what he eats.” “Like what?” “Well… like not eating animals.” “You mean tigers and lions and giraffes and elephants? “No dear, …

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