Can you hear me? I still haven’t cracked this thing called Marketing. I don’t think it's coming easy to me. I hate the idea of screaming into a void and not knowing whether anyone is really listening, or whether they're just finding me rather annoying. Hello, it’s that woman shouting about her books again. I... Continue Reading →

This is Cressing church, near my village, but I'm rename it as I'm adding graves that aren't there. Finding inspiration in the landscape around me. My new novel As The Crow Flies is a bit different from anything else I've written so far. The problem I'm having at the moment is how to slip from... Continue Reading →