I’ve mentioned before in this blog about how I’m a creature of habit. Every day, I try as much as I can to follow the same routine. Get up at the same time. Eat the same breakfast. Follow all the same daily rituals, from morning to evening. And then, when it’s time to go to

I had big ambitions when I began working on my current novel-in-progress. And even though it’s coming up on three years since I started on that first chapter, I still recall them pretty clearly. Firstly, there was the mix of genres. I wanted to combine elements of comedy, fantasy, romance, adventure, satire – not to

Hooray. Today I get to do another good news post. Three years ago, almost to the day, I started work on a new novel. It was more ambitious than anything else I’d attempted, combining at least five different genres (comedy, fantasy, romance, adventure, satire). It also contained dual narratives – something I’d never attempted before.

Well, it’s one of those years again. A year with an extra day. A year when those poor unfortunates born on the 29th of February can actually celebrate their birthday. And, particularly significantly, a year for the Olympic Games. I have mixed feelings about the Olympics. Sure, I think it’s great when people who are

I love music. I’ve posted a number of times about the important place music has in my life. I’ve talked about how just sitting back and listening to music is one of my all-time favourite things to do (not that I have a lot of time to do it these days – the main times