The Adventures of a Blonde Writer
Welcome to my writing life diary. This week I want to talk about falling off your writing bike. All sorts of writing related issues can send you flying over your writing bike’s handlebars; crisis of confidence, rejection, not having any success in a writing competition, negative feedback etc. I am always coming off my writing […]
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You have been working at the literary coalface for months. Your second draft has taken far longer than you expected. At times working on your second draft has felt more like going to war than embarking on a wonderful journey of creative discovery. You know far too much about your characters and after spending an […]
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This is something I have experienced lately, writing the slow burn story. These tales are unique because they take AGES to come out of you. They are normally written in dribs and drabs which can be very frustrating for an impatient blonde writer, like myself. A slow burn story is a form of creative torture […]
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If you have never rolled your eyes at a minor character, who has ideas above their station, and then found yourself shouting, through your laptop screen, “will you stop being such an attention grabbing minor character!” – you haven’t lived! Some minor characters are born into your story knowing they are never going to be centre […]
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Writers cry a lot. Writing is an emotionally charged hobby. If you’re not weeping about what you think of your own writing, you’re crying over what others think about your writing. If you are not weeping about Writer’s Block you are a sobbing mess over writing too much. We are keeping tissue companies in business! […]
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9.15 a.m. The office is still getting used to my new vibrant red hair colour. Martin is staring at me, his mouth hanging open. I watch as he grips the desk and reaches for his handkerchief to wipe his brow. “Good grief Roxy what have you done!” The nice men on the IT helpdesk are […]
Read MoreTuesday 4.55 P.M. I have spent the day giving Dan one word responses to his texts. It has only taken 15 texts for him to work out something is wrong. I love the power of the word ‘fine’. 5.05 P.M. I am on my way home from work. My bus is packed full of […]
Read MoreSaturday 11.12 a.m. I am supposed to be getting a shower, but instead I am stood outside Matilda’s bedroom door listening to her squealing with laughter. Her new sixth form boyfriend, Adam, came round early this morning allegedly to help her with some maths homework. When I think back to my own school days […]
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Monday 8.46 a.m. – I am staggering into my office, carrying a gigantic bag of sweets (the obligatory post holiday office gift) and crying out “I’m back everyone…I am back!” Silence. No one has acknowledged my return to work after my holiday. Plonk sweets on desk and notice ladder in my posh glossy tights and […]
Read MoreThursday 10.34 a.m. I am struggling to keep my eyes open during our work team meeting. Last night I was up late messaging Kevin – the guy who winked at me on my dating app, earlier in the week. Kevin, 35, a plumber, has his own business, drives a huge van, is solvent, owns his […]
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