I have long battled against my tendency to worry. That common Irish phrase: ah sure what’s the worst that can happen, is seldom heard fall from my lips. For most of my life, I’ve seen this as a bad thing and, in my twenties, I worried (sorry) that it was becoming bad...
During the editing of my latest novel, If Looks Could Kill, I was going through the manuscript trying to develop elements of the plot or passages that might deepen the experience for the reader. I stopped at a scene near the beginning where two characters are fighting...
At the beginning of the pandemic after hearing that shops were out of paracetamol, I decided it was best to stock up on a few bottles of Lucozade should we find ourselves having to see out a fever. It wasn’t until I was putting the bottles away that I realised there...
It might seem odd to resurrect my blog when I haven’t had the time or concentration to work on my books as often as I’d like. But in the past blogging has been a way to get me to the computer, an exercise in helping me organise my thoughts a little, like...
