A city of roller skates and Elvi

Paris is all the guidebooks say it is and more: a place where you can experience romance and adventure from the front row seat of a cafe. As we were only in town for a few days, we made a list of all the things we wanted to see. You …

What I want for Xmas

I thought I’d post a brief catch-up and hopefully later get around to writing a more substantial post. Here is what I’ve been up to since you last heard from me. I have a new full-time job along with a possible agent who is interested in seeing a second draft of …

My so-called summer

I gave up my freelance job in May for a summer of non-stop writing. Well, that was the intention. I’d polish the novel, land an agent, get a publisher and a modest advance so I could focus on book number 2. I’d been looking forward to the opportunity for months. …

Home is where… where is home?

It feels weird to be back. I didn’t so much leave my heart in San Francisco, as I left little bits and pieces of me everywhere, scattered like in a Tibetan sky burial. It has taken me days to convince my body that it is the time I tell it. …

Idiosyncratic drabbles

For our August challenge, The folks at Idiosyncratica have set us the task of writing a drabble, a story told in 100 words. Keeping a piece to an exact length is never an easy feat. One hundred words is just bonkers. The effort below was taken from a short piece …

Wanted

Wanted: Drill sergeant to crack the whip and get me back on track. Well meaning, kind-hearted types need not apply. One month of no serious work and I’m feeling flabby and out of sorts. I’m thinking of hiring a literary trainer to come by and cut off my internet . …

My kitchen sink

There is an agent interested. We met for coffee last week to talk about improvements to the book. I must strive to be sleeker and less kitchen-sinkish, she says. Apparently that’s a technical term and a common one that plagues first time novelists.  Structure is also a problem. No surprise …

I need another holiday

Sometimes when you return from your travels, you are disappointed to find that nothing major has happened in your absence. This is not the case. After three blissful weeks of no internet I came home to discover the following: I wasn’t shortlisted for the Frank O’Connor Award. It went straight …

Agents are like dates (sort of)

I’m really going to have to do something to occupy my time. I’m making myself crazy sitting around the house, checking the phone periodically to see if it is working. I’m waiting for an agent to ring, you see. Waiting on an agent is like dating, says a writing friend. …