The thing about writing is…

…if you’re serious about wanting to be published, at some point, you’re going to reach the stage when you need to edit. No, wait a second…

*arranges thoughts a bit*

If you’re serious about wanting to be published, you’re going to reach the stage when you need to edit… again.

What do words mean to me?

I’ve always been fascinated by words. Ever since I was very small, I’d wanted to immerse myself in them. I could read (more or less self-taught) before I started infants’ school (leading to much frustration for the teachers who were trying to teach me stuff I could already do, so I sat there bored and idle, wanting them to tell me something I didn’t already know). And I plundered the local library for books, losing myself in stories.

End of a Book

I’ve finished two books this evening. One I was reading, and one I was writing.

It’s a strange feeling when you finish the first draft of a novel you’ve been writing. It’s almost impossible to describe, but I’ll give it a go.