Hate is so often fueled by religion. How I wish it wasn't so, then maybe I could reassess my belief. I am a pacifist and I believe there is no place on our fragile earth for gratuitous violence, especially the slaughter of innocent people, in the name God. If I pray for anything, I pray for global peace.
Jersey is no longer a literary wasteland, the Festival of Words is in its fourth year and is inspiring the lives of many. Richard Skinner, was part of the packed programme this year and he is exactly as the author, Renée Knight, so succinctly describes him… 'An enlightened and liberating teacher.'
I'm torn between wanting to finish the edit a.s.a.p. and coming up for up air to give myself a break.
Two weeks off over Christmas and I’ve finished re-writing the book, with the sagely wisdom and worldly-wise take of forty-year-old.
The editing process is a nightmare that would make even Stephen King's spine-chilling characters squirm.
My work-in-progress (now so close to the end) v Me. “When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.” ― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft This is what happens when you spend... Continue Reading →
I have reached the point of no return and I am terrified. I want to cry. I want to run away from it. I want to read Stephen King's On Writing ... again ... on a desert island with no interruptions, because I seem to have forgotten everything he said.
I have just read this article in The Telegraph on Saturday in which 4 women writers reveal how much alcohol they consume a week. I think maybe I have achieved some of my best work when drinking a glass or two of wine whilst writing. Stephen King produced some of his best books when drunk. So who... Continue Reading →