Once they have dedicated themselves to a cause, women will fight to the end for it.
It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical in Knightsbridge in the afternoon.
We are living in glorious days where each readers’ voice can be heard.
Researching books gets you into nothing but trouble.
At length, when I considered it, I realized that the best of my actions were small things. Picking flowers and cooking food for my mother when she had been unwell, spending an afternoon with the children, sending money to my sister or kissing Henry’s tiny head as he slept in the nursery before I left....
Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she never paid tuppence for a chair. We did not win the war to have to pay to sit down, she frequently found herself thinking.
On Twitter, people who had read my book followed me and I could see what else they were reading, why they’d liked what I’d written and by the by, more about them than I’d ever elicit from two minutes in a tent at a book festival, stuck behind a signing desk.
Google maps are one thing but there’s no substitute for pounding the beat and I spent quite a bit of time figuring out how to break into the back of the houses on Belgrave Place. Once I even for followed by a suspicious householder – I’d been hanging around staring at the exterior of his...
I realised early on that being an author is a hugely misunderstood job.
Being a writer is a more difficult job than people imagine.
Grabbing readers by the imagination is a writer’s job.
We can learn so much looking outside our core field of expertise.
We have more choice than ever before about where and how we buy and read books.