When you look out of the window and you see the sunshine it is hard to concentrate on anything. I love the sun and I have abandoned writing so that I can sit outside with the newspaper and a book and chill. The only other place I was tempted to go was for a walk on the quay with my friend Carla. A sea breeze, a stroll and a piece of cheesecake as a reward. Lovely. As the heat has abated my need to write has returned. In fact I would say that the break has done me good. Mr For

So, I'm working on a new project which will be titled Mr Fortuna. I had an idea and just started typing and I was really enjoying the freedom of going with the flow and not knowing where the story was going to end up. This was great for a while (14,000 words) but eventually I had to stop and think about what comes next. It was no good I had to make some notes and plan. This novel starts with a fourteen year old girl going missing. There is no trace of her for a month and then

I am not going to bang on about the election but it happened so I should say something. My husband and I spent most of the night watching the results come in. I went to bed at 1am and got up again at 5.30am expecting that all would have become clear about who had won. I was wrong. One result is that I have gone from an avid watcher of the news to avoiding it at all costs. The newsreaders are delighting in the turmoil and as if there wasn't enough drama they are wildly specula

The weather was beautiful last week so I spent a lot of time outside. That was the best bit about a frustrating few days. When you complain about something and three months later the situation hasn't changed you begin to wonder about the people you are trying to deal with. Where has the ethos of customer service gone which sees someone referring to my bad attitude for getting cross about their bad service? Whilst I'm ranting I have to mention the terror attacks. Knee jerk rea