tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139396520495804982012-01-14T18:30:27.091ZMusings on life, stuff and writingFionnualanoreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113939652049580498.post-42744518140964499512010-09-02T07:14:00.005+01:002010-09-02T07:46:54.374+01:00

Yesterday I met a friend who three years ago left a life as a corporate lawyer and has spent those years abroad in the sun being a dive instructor. Could she have chosen a better three years to be away from the UK? Possibly not... Is she happy to be back? You betcha...We sat by the Thames and had an overpriced poncey lunch in the sunshine. She talked about her travels, the good, the bad, the

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Crikey! With bodysnatching in the prologue and an assasination in the early pages of the first chapter, Lock Down hints from the start of the roller coaster ride ahead. Fasten your safety belts - Sean Black's debut novel Lock Down is an action filled thriller. So much so, I felt I was watching a movie rather than reading a book.I have to confess, the thriller genre is not my favourite one, and

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Just before I left for two week's holiday, I signed up to The Summer Reading Challenge and received the first of four books to read. Thanks to the lengthy delays of a certain budget airline (another blog post entirely), I had polished off most of their first offering 'If I Stay' before the plane had left the runway.WARNING! To any reader considering this book, do not read the second half whilst

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Yay!Even Blogger yields new procrastination tools in the form of their new design elements. Not too sure about the birds... or the colours... In fact...What do you think?

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I decided on holiday (after wailing and keening at this place on the beach one day) that I DO want to persevere and pursue this dream of being published. Lord only knows why... I'm not sure why we writerly folk put ourselves through it, other than the fact its an itch that requires regular scratching.I've come back and after painting my daughter's room in her new flat, cleaning the tip of a

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I have a lot to do and as such, I have a list. Of course I do. It's just the usual boring stuff we all have to do. So far, it has fourteen things on it and tucked in there at number six is: 6. Write a short story.I'm not convinced this is something I can do, which explains why it comes after clean the kitchen, ironing pile, pack case, Find sony e-reader, and clean the loos. The truth is that I

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Yesterday?Thought it would be fun to tell you about my latest reads using the 'Twitter' idea but I've limited myself to a lesser sixty characters. Not an easy feat! Here goes:'The Scarpetta Factor' by Patricia CornwallSame rehashed stuff with less plot than other books. 5/10'The Cellist of Sarajevo' by Steven GallowaySad story very well told, 3 points of view and present tense? 7/10'Juliet Naked'

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Ooh Bless me blogger for I have sinned... It's been such a long time since my last post. As a child in Dublin, I'd have been given at least three Hail Mary's for similar lapses. Nowadays, I have to confess, a rosary wouldn't cover my various offences - even if I could remember the words?It's been busy. I've been busy. That's no excuse though... I simply have to make more time to blog. Its sort of

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I really must get down to doing some writing... I've faffed about for too long now and NEED to settle back into some sort of writing routine. I so miss the days when nothing got done in favour of writing. Now, all the tedium of life is getting sorted and writing is on the back burner.So, tell me to pick up my notebook and read the outline for a new novel I wrote in there weeks ago. I may even

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Don't you just hate the word 'basically' used in conversation? Thats it. That's what this tiny post is about. Nothing more, nothing less. Its just that baysicklee the word is overused and the reason I wrote this down at all is that I'm baysicklee sick of hearing it. There. Mini rant over. Tune in another day for my feelings on 'at the end of the day'. Grrr!

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So...I got to Barbados! Despite the spewing volcano's attempts to stop me, we had a really lovely journey over. I began eating and drinking on the plane and didn't stop for seven days! When we got there - wow! What a wonderful island, all the Paradise elements, sun, golden sand, palm trees and most of all - the most genuine race of people I think I've ever met. I'm now a fan of all things Bajan..

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Accept you cannot bring your entire 'To Read' pile of books.Pack the thong things - they're marginally better than a VPL through your white linen trousers.Return the swimsuit you paid a fortune for in the belief it would give you a new body. It does not work. Buy two for less money and eat less. That works.Take your fingers out of your ears when looking at the 'medicine' bag. You ARE turning into

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I've not been around much.See, life...you know, family, sickness, volcano ash, election debates, writing - all of it stops me blogging. Oh and Twitter - yes tweeting and reading tweets stops other writing intentions!I promise to be better?Although, just as I type this, I''ve finished watching the last debate and am seriously thinking of going into politics? I fancy flipping a few homes, name

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Hello, hello, hello...Cest moi. Sorry I've been absent for a while; loads happening on the home front like...Builders in. Alas, no diet coke men.Daughter getting married. Am dreaming of wedding venues and food and suffering from shock at what weddings cost. In my day you got a glass of mi-wadi (particularly awful orange squash) and an egg sarni.Have taken up boxing. Yes, the sparring kind. Stop

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Ever wonder where that voice inside your head comes from? Is it your conscience (a favourite when I grew up in a Catholic household) or maybe it's a friend helping you through the day, or your inner sabatoeur, or a combination or GAWD forbid - several voices?!Line four of a post and I'm already sounding like a craaaaazy lady. So, what prompted the question was the reality that the dialogue that's

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I've succumbed.Given in.And I wasn't even pressurised.Just curious.And I convinced myself that it would be good for networking with all you other writerly types.I ignored the fact that it is also a potentially evil procrastination tool.As if I have a shortage of those...Anyway, for those who are interested I am now tweeting, twittering, behaving like a twit, you get the gist. Come see me at

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So...I’ve just come back from a week in Austria ski-ing, although I do use the verb ‘ski’ in a loose sort of sense.I did a lot of thinking when I was away. Wondering what masochistic part of my psyche makes me think it’s perfectly normal behaviour to travel in a cable car up steep snow covered mountains, in order to leap from a slope on parallel planks when I get there? And that blue red and

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Before I head to the slopes...this made me laugh so much I wanted to share. Enjoy!

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Apparently, I'm in this, although not in the above small excerpt!

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People have noticed? People have been emailing me to ask where my blog is?Which might mean people care?About whether I write or not?No, I haven't been on here very often of late. Many reasons really. No, that's not true. I have many excuses but only one real reason. Excuses are, I've been busy, haven't been feeling the best - a little off par. But, the reason is I've been suffering from a

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I wrote a post for Strictly Writing today, the idea having come to me last week day as I was musing over my latest WIP's character names. What's come up is it's really interesting what characteristics the name of a character prompts in other people?I come up with names quite easily and I usually stick to them i.e. they're instinctive and immediately 'real' for me. I confess that I've always

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Thought I'd share a glimpse of my morning with you guys by revealing the contents of my a.m. email inbox:Compare the Market want me to look at my life insurance with them. And my car insurance and home etc etc. This is in fact a really good idea. Any opportunity to save a few bob is a good idea. It's just the thought of it makes me want to run for the hills.A certain phone company/broadband

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for all my blogging pals who are feeling a little glum. Time to shake this liberally all over yourselves.I don't know if its post xmas blues, or diet blues or snow blues or what but lots of people seem to have a dose? Of the blues that is... There seems to be a slightly bleak air afoot, down turned lips and a general malaise.So, just to cheer anyone up who needs it, have some magic dust and a

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Hell...Knowing I need to lose weight, about a stone (Health and Mother of The Bride Reasons)I decided rather than waste money joining a gym (which has only ever served to make me feel inadequate) that I should utilise what is around me. You know the idea -go for walks, use cans of beans as weights etc.During the week, I live in London - on the sixth floor. So, I thought I'd use the stairs as a

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So, I want to talk about the new book or maybe, as per the last post, 'The Next Best Thing'? Yeah right. That was quick.I've been deliberating. Cogitating. You know like Lloyd whatsisname used to do. I've written 25000 words and was deciding whether to keep going with it (subject to a few changes) or dump it and start something new. Or write short stories again. But they're....short. And I sorta

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I read someone's work last night - someone whose work I haven't read before. And I got the jitters. You know that feeling when you're reading something you know you're going to love? Something that's just beautifully written? The writer is as yet unpublished.This got me thinking : If she's unpublished, what the hell chance have I got?!Which got me thinking : Surely there's a lot of talent out

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I think thieving pixies have been in over Christmas. They've stolen my mojo. Whereas I felt all excited and full of confidence in my work before Jan 1st, it seems its gone - vanished, vamoosed.Because I know this is not my choice, my doing, I can only come to the conclusion the mojo pixies have been here again.And they have friends. Fairies that fill the fridge with fattening food, resorting in

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You're deluded. I didn't really say I'd be back tomorrow on the 21st December...I am back now however. Full of New Year Promise and Christmas calories. Why oh why do we eat and drink so much over Christmas? And why oh why do we care so much suddenly on the first of January?So the bad news is I now have some weight to lose, but the good news is I have a new incentive. In Spring 2011, I'll be

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Tesco is beckoning. It's saying, 'Move! I know you don't want to but you'll be so grateful you did.'I have my list. I have my credit card. I have a car. I know the way. I realise it has to be done. So why am I on the laptop giving the Christmas food shop the proverbial finger?Because I'd rather have my fingernails pulled off with a pliers than tackle the aisles during Xmas week.I'm going, really.

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So, when does Dancing on Ice start?We've had the insect eating, vomiting, slebs in the jungle. We've had X Factor (Good luck Joe but Olly was robbed...) and the end of Strictly is nigh.This is where I confess to having watched all three programmes. I tried. I try every year not to watch because some intellectual part of me (that has been dormant for a long time) tells me I shouldn't be satisfied

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This made me smile until I got to the seal with the teeth and went 'Ugh'! Thanks to Chris for sending me the link and here's wishing all the readers of my blog a very happy Christmas and healthy, peaceful, successful 2010.This doesn't mean I wont be blogging again before Xmas. I will. Just chop chop busy busy at the moment. Back soon.

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I'm alive! And kicking and ready to kick ass!Because something - something wierd has happened. I woke up this morning, musing on the last few days and some trigger somewhere, some strange unknown brain synapse snapped into place. The result is - I have faith! I actually believe that the manuscript I have finally written (okay...re-written) the words 'The End' to is my best work to date and is a

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I am waving a white flag! I give in. I can't write this blog regularly as I want to, continue writing the book I'm loving, make a few changes to the book I'm submitting (Note to self - this should NOT need to happen), plan for Christmas and have a bloody cold.So. It is from my snotty rag ridden lap, I'm writing a plan. Yay! Back to lists and stuff! Organising myself. Hello organisation, I've

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Yes, there is a verb 'to nanowrimo'... And I'm doing it - just to get me into the throes of another project so I may be rather eratic with blog posts. Apologies. Wait for me? Promise to be back if you'll have me.

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Just before the wonderful and addictive 'Flash Forward' last night, I found myself watching the 'Tonight' programme titled 'Make me an Apprentice' - nothing to do with the other 'Apprentice' programme, although Alan Sugar and Ruth Badger did offer pearls of wisdom to the unemployed youth of today.As the mother of a graduate who, having worked for free interning for the year following graduation,

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Today is a beautiful day.The sun is low in the sky, but shining bright. I'm looking out over a water view, thinking I am indeed a lucky girl. I even slept though the Man's snoring last night. Happy days.Needless to say, I have a 'To Do' list as long as my arm but somehow...it doesn't matter. I'll get to it. Right now, as I can feel actual warmth on my face through the window, returning the wonky

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I am SOOOOO tired...You know when you have a thought along the lines of 'I wish I could invent something - something really useful that hasn't been done before' ?I want to invent an anti snoring device so I can sleep. I'm fast morphing into a sleep deprived fishwife rather than a calm, loving wife. He can't help it, but it IS keeping me awake and I don't do well on little sleep. I am no Margaret

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So... I decided to set up a printer where I'm staying in London. This does imply that I intend/hope to use the printer at some stage in the near future. I'm choosing to see this as a good sign, as I've just spent four days labouring over an ideal cover letter, which may actually get printed and sent off to an agent?Four days - honestly. If I were Anneka Rice, I'd have built a Community Centre in

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No. I'm not going to post a cute utube link to John and Edward singing Britney last Saturday night. And I use the word 'singing' in the loosest sense. I think my shower efforts are more tuneful. In fact, I'm thinking of applying to this 'singing' competition next year on the basis that there are obviously exceptions to the singing rule. Hell, I can be entertaining if that's what they want and I'd

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This made me laugh out loud but it also appeals to the writer in me! Maybe we should start submitting scripts to Canal eh?

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Sorry I haven't been on here as much as I'd hoped. As many of you already know I spend half my time in London and the internet where I stay SUCKS. I've had so many problems - am waiting for it to be reconnected and so have been in an internet free zone for a few days.The fact that this has made me wring my hands and generally be bad tempered has not gone un-noticed. I've said before I think I'm a

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Wanna see my name in print? Do ya? Do ya?!Well, pop over to Amazon and buy my pal Claire's latest book, where in her acknowledgement I'm described as the 'ridiculously talented Fionnuala Kearney.' My name may not be along a spine of a book yet, but she believes it will be some day. And that helps. On the blue days, it really helps to have people who believe in you. Thank you CB.

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So, Noel Edmonds ordered himself a new life/wife from the Cosmos and It delivered. According to 'Cosmic Ordering' , apparently all I have to do is write down my wishes and the universe will come through. Simples as Alexander the meerkat would say. So, I decided I'm going to give it a try. Now I don't know if this cosmic ordering thingy is supposed to be kept private, in which case I'm screwed.

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I've had a week of extremes involving takeovers that have nothing to do with mergers and acquisitions. It began last weekend which heralded the start of a cold - you know the type. Dribbling, sniffy nose. Sinus ache. Endless supply of damp tissues (which I was careful to flush down the loo all the time in order not to spread my potentially piggy germs) Red, flaky nose that touche eclat can't

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The X Factor : "An unknown or indefinable element. Often used in the entertainment industry to separate successful entertainers from less successful entertainers.Getting Extraordinary Results from Ordinary People describes it 'the secret of getting ordinary people X-cited about going the X-tra mile to help their managers achieve X-traordinary results."Okay. I understand the principle. I even

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Anyone else remember that phrase? If you do, you're admitting to being of a certain age. As I figure most of my readers remember it well, I thought it safe to use it as a title. It was an ad for British Telecom in the early eighties with a load of busy busy penguins and when I sat down to blog today - to try and explain my absence for so long - the phrase came to mind. Have a peek?I was actually

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I've finished!!!Yay! Double plus yay!!!!I have finished the edit on 96347 words! I could probably recite the whole thing at this point!Wow.....I am relieved and happy - happy with the finished product but so ready for a break too. I'm trying to tell the characters in my head for book three to kindly shut up for a few weeks. I will get to them. After I've had a break!I look forward to getting back

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So... the edit process that I'm following is supposed to take three weeks to finish a 90,000 word novel. Yeah right...... I started weeks ago and need another three weeks! Apologies to any readers that I may have left for not being on here often. Normal service will resume asap. Until then, this is how I'm feeling today.

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So, what did YOU do last weekend? I, (she says, polishing her halo) was a good girl and removed some (most) of the piles from the garage that I had promised hubby I would eBay - last year. Poor man. He finally has the car he's wanted all his life and can't park it in the garage because I insist on recycling the third world and have piles. Piles not of the rear end type, but piles of piles, like

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I love when something simple makes me laugh out loud. The other day my baby, okay she's nearly twenty one, gave me a present of a Grand Piano. A purple grand piano. And I love it! Not because I have any ideas of replacing Liberace (oh dear, do any of you actually remember Liberace? Only me? Moving on....) I can't even play the piano, particularly this one, since the photo depicts a pound coin

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I thought I should let you all know I haven't fallen off a cliff face. Nor have I jumped, despite the edit going at a considerably slower pace than I had hoped. I can't believe I said I'd be finished in two weeks! I can't believe I thought it possible! I'll need another two weeks at least and of course I'll need to do it every day, which is where the problem has lain no doubt.... Life gets in the

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This is where it's all happening. Or where it's supposed to already have been happening.I'm editing the book. Well actually I've only been playing at editing the book - making an odd change here and there, tweaking a paragraph here and there. Nothing like I know needs doing. So today, I've decided to go to editorial confession. Bless me novel, for I have sinned. I have ignored you in the hope

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Today, I am feeling rather wretched. I do not expect sympathy however, having had a wonderful day yesterday at Wimbledon watching Federer, Maurismo and Murray. Yes! I was there the day they closed the roof for the first time! The tennis was exceptional as was the Pimms. The devil's own juice that stuff, tastes like lemonade with cucumber in it but with a seventeen per cent alcohol content, it's

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Jason Mraz makes me happy! I love the whole tone and feeling of this song 'I'm Yours'. That lyric...., the one that says 'It's your godforsaken right to be loved'. Fab! Have a listen and a look at this video. It always makes me smile.And Jason Donovan is now 41. I'm still digesting that fact as to me he's still that guy in neighbours with the dodgy mullet that I fancied. I was a little surprised

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I've been a bit quiet on the blogging front. A few reasons really. One, I blogged this week for the team over at Strictly Writing and I made one of what I have now nicknamed 'Lane's films' in order to illustrate a point. Darned addictive those pesky little film thingys! Anyway, it took ages to do which led me away from here.Okay, I've also been to Ascot this week. Twice. Yes, I hear you. I am a

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I swore I wouldn't watch. But last night it was the footie, the news or Big Brother. I watched the news and got annoyed at the MP's metaphorically murdering each other. Truth is I'd rather eat cockroaches than watch the footie. So I sneaked onto channel four for all of three minutes. During the time it can take to boil an egg, I cringed so often I had face-ache. There's even a guy called 'Half

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Hello, hello, hello! I'm back!And not in weird movie form either. Although I have to confess that making movies like the post below IS my new addiction, I need to remind myself often not to be too weird if I can avoid it.Day to day, I'm trying really hard not to go near the novel and attack it with a red pen because I need to leave it another week or two. Two. I mean two weeks. Yes, it should be

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This is absolutely Lane's fault. I blame her 100% for my new found addiction. Now I've got the draft of the novel languishing before I edit it....I found myself drumming my fingertips and she pointed me in a more worthy key tapping direction. Stephen Spielberg, eat your heart out!

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I'm not here really. Not yet anyway. Have you seen the word count opposite! And the new title! I am so excited. I'm nearly there....hope to type 'THE END' today. Then, I'll take a rest, wrap it in tissue and leave it for a couple of weeks before I begin the titan edit.So, hopefully normal service will resume on the blogging front in the next couple of days. Whatever normal may be.... P.S. I just

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Hi guys,Just wanted to let you know I've decided not to blog here for a couple of weeks. I am so close to finishing current WIP and now want to get it done and sorted for submission asap. I'm far too fond of procrastinating on here and Facebook and reading other blogs and I need to stop!Will be back soon and when I am, you'll now I'm finished the novel and the edit. By then I'll need

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...because I think things that 'older people' do have started ambushing my mind as potential good ideas. Now whilst I haven't suggested taking up bowls yet, I have over the last few months:.....Noticed the colours of the birds (feathered kind) who visit our garden......Started growing my own herbs......Suggested to hubby when he mentioned the shed is falling apart that we should get a small

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No, I don't have a sore throat, nor am I asking if you've been to Mexico lately. I'm posing a question to you writerly lot: What and where is your 'voice'? Are you in regular touch with it, or is your throat metaphorically raspy? As aspiring and successful authors, we hear the word 'voice' again and again. It's offered as something that is vital and unique. I remember an agent telling me some

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I have to confess that when it comes to getting down and dirty on the page, I'm not very good. I avoid writing any required sex scenes like the plague and have a habit of writing the scene as follows:'Sam's eyes darted to the bed (Sex bit here).......' and then leaving it until I've finished the book.I wonder if it s the latent Catholic in me? You know writing about S.E.X and making it good sex

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I've been tagged by the lovely Claire to confess the following :Eight things I like.Eight things I wish I could do.Eight things I did yesterday.Eight things I don't like.So here goes - Eight Things I Like:Thai foodMy laptopThe internet (although this is an obsession that may very well be love)Rooms with viewsGoing to the movies (yeah, popcorn, the works)High heelsA good bookCrispy cold sauvignon

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This morning I ate the lone surviving cherry bakewell. (See yesterday!) As I took a bite, I knew I shouldn't do it but I figured it deserved to be eaten since it managed to escape the fate of its mates. Death by washing up liquid. How I missed this one, I don't know - it was fate. The squirter in the washing up liquid bottle is obviously off. Note to self. Re-align squirter.I did realise

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In Dreamsville, I'm twenty two. I'm skinny. I've just attended a film premiere. I ate a whole tonne of canapes and drank Krug all night and I can still feel the ripple of my taut stomach. I'm a writer, and it was the red carpet do of the film from my script, directed by Ron Howard. Happy days.In Realityville, I have almost a stone to lose - again. I've decided I hate walking even though I know it

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If I had a business, I'd employ the ad agency who came up with these ads for T Mobile or maybe the guys who came up with the meercat one for Compare The Market? Brilliant. Wish I'd been in Trafalgar Square that day and YES, that is Pink in the midst of the crowd!

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I wake up full of the joys of Spring! I know you're all expecting the next line to be ....and some days I just don't? Well, you're wrong. Well, in fact you're right. That was the next line typed but it's not what I meant to convey. Today, I have woken up full of joy and happiness and hope. And hope is something that according to Barack is audacious....It's a gorgeous Spring day outside. The sky

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For those 'Strictly' fans, some news....No, sorry I don't have the new line up for the dance show. Apologies for the tease! However, I do want to introduce you all to a fab blog called 'Strictly Writing' It's run by writers, some published, some not yet, all sharing a love of the craft. It features guest blogs, Quick Fire Questions with experts and general imparting of writing knowledge. And da,

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So...this morning I've discovered a wonderful new way to avoid writing THE NOVEL without any (much?) guilt attached. I've called it 'Scene Mapping' and I've convinced myself that because I'm writing, in fact sort of still writing THE NOVEL, that it's productive use of time and no way is it a new delaying tactic. Hell, I'm using both Word and Excel to see which gives me the better 'look' when

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Let me start by saying I love the UK. Its been my home for over 26 years but ......Iam fed up. I am completely fed up with the government of this country. And then I think that we are lucky enough to live in a democracy, so we get the government we vote for, possibly the one we therefore deserve? Before you think I'm favouring any party, I'm not advocating that the opposition party are/would be

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"There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.""In 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.""But there is something that I

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Bless me readers, for I have sinned.....You've got to understand - the speed awareness thingy went on for two and a half hours and I listened for at least an hour and a half of that, during which time I learned (to my horror) that I didn't know what the four national speed limits are. (Go on, test yourself! ) Urban road? Okay, I knew that one obviously, even though the fact that I ignored it was

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Groan..................Head hurts. Thoughts all jumbled.So, I went to the London Book Fair yesterday. Met a write words buddy and we mosied around for an hour or so, disappointed that the agents had all been sequestered in some secret part of the building, unaccessible to us mere mortals. Oh well.The it was off the Stradas to meet fifteen other WW members. We had a great time and it was all

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Hi everyone, remember me?Firstly, apologies - I didnt have the time to blog before I left and have been away (with my elderly Mum, although she hates being called that at 78....) Thanks to the people who texted me asking me if I was alive!Life has been crazy since January, great crazy...but crazy all the same. I haven't stopped moving, travelling, running and now I need to savour home for a while

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When I still have to RE-WRITE the final 30,000 words of the book.When I have days where I think WTF am I doing? (Excuse my blunt-speak)When I am thinking of ways of whacking (Soprano speak) Marian Keyes, just 'cause she does it so well. (Okay, I never actually think of whacking her, maybe just kidnapping her and getting her to ghost write the last 30 000 words for me?)When there are at least

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A few of my favourite things.... (Chocolate added in haste. How could I forget it? Thanks TF!)

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Previously on 24.......(said in a low husky Kiefer Sutherland type voice). Much as I'd like to blog about Kiefer's assets, in fact this post is about my last 24 hours.We managed (unlike Kiefer) to avoid any potential threats to the nation, and myself, hubby, her sister and her boyfriend watched my daughter Kate graduate yesterday afternoon. Having had to wait nine months since she left uni (

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What if..... (a la Beyonce) I were a boy? The world was square?I had a publishing deal?Cows could fly?I could sing ?Trees were yellow?Birds could speak?New Zealand Sauvignon was free?This would be me......What if I could draw?I guess I should clarify. In my head, I look like Johnny Depp astride a black and white cow flying around the world, clutching my book singing whilst the birdies greet me.

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Hi folks,Thanks for popping by last week when I was trying to stay away from all things 'internettish.' I was in fact away which made it easier - but this time, I didn't take the laptop (smart move number one) and ignored the fact that my daughter had hers with internet access all week if I needed a sneaky fix (smart move number two). So, all in all I'm happy to say I survived an internet free

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Taking a few days off the internet! No blogging, Facebook, twittering, write words - nothing. Just to see if I can do without it.... Back soon. Probably sooner than I think. How many of you will check daily though? If you do, let me know you care!

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I didn't sleep well last night and was up with the larks or whatever species of bird was chirping away at 05:40 this morning. As I lay in bed, thoughts of what I have to do today meandered in my brain. A 'To Do' list was forming, the characters in my book were talking to me, telling me to get up, have a shower and create their day for them, please.So....I'm sitting here two hours later at the

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I posted this in the light of the sad news of a return to murderous violence in Northern Ireland...... When will we learn?I always think of this song when I need reminding that despite how far we have come as a human race, we have so much further to go and so much more to learn.

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For those of you who don't know, I'm a member of the online writers community http://www.writewords.org.uk/As I've just come back from Dublin (see post below) and met up with one of the writer friends I met on write words, I wanted to take this opportunity to sing some of their praises..... Where do I start? I guess Claire, who only today gave birth to her second child a daughter, Cara, which

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Sorry readers. I didn't have a chance to let you know I'd be away for a few days. I was in Ireland for the rugby (one point!!!!!!) and stayed on for a few days to see my Mum.Here are a few of my highlights:Stayed in a fabulous hotel!Drank some fabulous wine!Had Bewleys brekkie with the lovely Clodagh who had just been told her first book was in the shops, so we went shopping to find it! Ireland

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Thank you to the lovely Keris for enabling me to steal this great blog idea from her. Thank you too to Keris for making me find out that the song that was number one when I was born was televised in distinct sepia shades, whilst hers was in glorious technicolour! Thank you also for helping me retrieve the memory of me dancing around to her number one song (Knock Three Times On The Ceiling). Yes,

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What is a novel?So, I'm struggling a little with the structure, final scene mapping of the novel.....Following on from yesterday's post, another friend has recommended the book 'Shantaram' by Gregory David Roberts. So, I popped onto his website where he's very generous with his knowledge and advice, giving free reign to download from it to anyone. And there it was. A definition of what makes a

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I need your help guys!Book club is this coming Thursday.My turn to choose the book.Last four or five choices have left me losing the will to live so I need some great read recommendations. Can you let me know the name of the most fabulous book you've read in the last year?

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoGYx35ypusSorry guys I couldn't embed this but it's really worth the four minute watch. Some great lines!

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After my last medical (am fighting my doctor who wants to put me on statins for high cholesterol and know that my days are also numbered for meds for type II diabetes) I decided just walking isn't enough. I've lost a lot of weight and am controlling things but need to do more. Try a gym, I thought. Again.I have joined so many gyms over the years and failed. The reason being I hate them. Simple

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I want you to know I'm not Madonna bashing but according to the Sunday Times News Review, Madonna's newest squeeze is (allegedly) Brazillian model Jesus Luz age 22. Oh Madonna, Madonna, Madonna......You are old enough to truly be Jesus' mother! By the way, when posting this I had doubts as to whether Jesus' mother should be just that or Jesus's mother. I found this on the internet for the

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The lovely Claire suggested this. If you read this, then I challenge you to have a go. Copy the "I xxxx" parts of each statement e.g. I live, I work, I talk, I wish, and then fill it all in.I live in SurreyI work hard at being a writer, not a wannabe writer but an actual someday published writer.I talk a lot of crap sometimes.I look younger with makeup on.I smell of CK one.I hide the fact that

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No, not a Lloyd Grossman or David Frost reference (remember that through the keyhole programme?) I just found myself staring at this photo after I posted it yesterday, wondering who would live there. Gorgeous Manhattan brownstone houses.....Have they been coverted to flats? Are they still entire houses? Is there a literary type living there? Maybe an agent? An actor? Soemhow it feels that

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I'm back......and though its great to be home, I always hate leaving New York. I think I must've been a Park Avenue Lady wot lunches in another life or maybe I still am and this other life is going on in a parrallel universe? I digress - I had a fab time and feel guilty because through it all hubby had to work and I mean work, hard and long hours. So what did I do? Well, did some culture culture

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The most fabulous modern museum..... You have a nice day ma'am. Always has a sale! Even when sterling is in the toilet a bargain WILL be found. Have yet to see and am unreasonably excited Worth the vertigo. It really is CENTRAL Park. Tee hee. Guess where I am? Back soon. xx

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I didn't just laugh out oud at the tv yesterday when watching JJ, I positively howled. For those of you who wonder how I can watch daytime tv - I don' t, she's on late afternoon/early evening. (Okay, maybe I can be found chuckling at an odd episode of Loose Women as well..)Anyway these beautys are from one case alone yesterday:Do NOT throw the bull at me. (Do not bullshit me!)Do you come from a

Fionnualanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113939652049580498.post-25551228090344919152009-01-26T08:32:00.003Z2009-01-26T08:53:11.508Z

Overheard in London on the underground last week... Two girls, about twenty years old, office workers by the way they were dressed.Girls 1 : We were around at Simons last night.Girl 2: Yeah?Girl 1 : Uh huh. Hey, have you ever heard of a bloke called Phil Collins?Girl 2 : No, who is he?Girl 1 : Dont know. Si played some of his music last night. Never heard CRAP like it.Over heard in our bed last

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HILARIOUS!A fine example of an American child's homework, handed in to the teacher and only viewed by the mother afterwards.Here's the letter the teacher received the following day."Dear Mrs. Jones,I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out

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Thanks to the lovley Lane for this photo meme. I've got to look in my folders and pick the fourth photo in the fourth folder. Easy! As it happens, this photo is of my eldest daughter Kate (yes, the one who's just left home, *sob*) with her boyfriend (although I think the correct term may be partner as they are now living together)Anyway, what struck me when I found it is how alike they look?

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