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Write Every Day: Do you get on with your siblings?


I’m here! Feeling like I’m hobbling and stumbling, crawling on all floors – but I’m here just about. I’ve spent all day working on my novel, so I don’t feel so bad about not blogging/journalling. It is something I want to get back to, like I’ve talked about previously, but if I’m doing other kinds of writing it’s not so bad.

Or is that just an excuse? Because creative writing is different to writing about your feelings. Is it a ploy because thinking about things properly makes them more painful? Perhaps that’s why I stopped.

Anyway. Do you get on with your siblings? Haha. I covered that one, accidentally, the other day! Remember here? Well, I really think there’s not much more I can say. I love my brother to bits, and… well, it’s all there. Convenient because I really want to sleep!

Writing tomorrow. Both sorts.

Don’t read on if you’re affected by politics or swearing.

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BG’s Book Party! Day 5


Getting the idea yet? We’re here to celebrate BG’s book launch! Writing a book isn’t as easy as some people said. Lots of people think: ‘oh, I could do that. That’s an easy job.’ Well, let me tell you. It isn’t.

Question for day 6: Have you ever had a supernatural experience?

Well, this is something I’ve really been saving. I was in the house on my own, I guess I was about twelve or thirteen? But it was Winter, so it was already dark. I was sitting in my room, reading. (typical). And then this thing came up against the window. Its spindly bone-like fingers touched my window panes, and veins of black spread out across the glass from them. I though they were going to shatter, but it just waited and then went straight through.

Into my room.

I was rooted to my chair. What the hell was I supposed to do? I didn’t even believe in this kind of thing, how was I gonna know how to exorcise it or something? I got a glimpse of his face as he grew nearer, and his eyes were scarlet, blinding in the dim light.

And he had no pupils.

I sat there, and closed my eyes. I don’t believe in the supernatural, I don’t believe in the supernatural. There’s nothing there. It’s all in my head. But when I opened them he was right there in front of my face. His hands gripped my arms, and I saw the same spidery black veins from the window spreading up me.

And then…


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BG’s Book Party! Day 4


Aaaaaand it’s day four of the celebrations! Have you checked out what BG’s book is about yet? Go and have a look here.

Question for today is: do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not?

Now, I’d love to say that I did, just because it makes a much more interesting thing to say, but I’d be lying 😦 I’ve never felt anything. I’m a very pragmatic, down-to-earth girl. When you die, that’s it. And yeah – that’s scary. But for me, that’s how it is.

Join the celebration – do you believe in ghosts? Celebrate BG’s book along with us!

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BG’s Book Party! Day 3



And we’re back for another day of celebrating! Fancy looking at BG’s book. Take a look over here.

So, question for November 6th is what is your number one piece of advice for someone wanting to write?

Read, read, read. The more words you take in, well-written words (please don’t read trash) the better your own work will be.

(My second piece of advice would be ‘show don’t tell.’ This means showing through a character’s actions something to do with them, without just telling the reader. For example you could say: ‘I was nervous.’ You’re telling the reader something. How about this? ‘My palms were sweating and my pulse was racing.’ The reader will know that they’re nervous, but without just being told. That’s what writing is about: words.)

And well done again to BG!

(Sorry not to have looked at anyone else’s blogs today – been a down day and only just managed to get the two posts out today. I promised to write every day, and I promised to celebrate BG. However I’m feeling. Hoping tomorrow will be better.)

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BG’s Book Party! Days 1 and 2



Woohoo! As most of you know, my dear friend has just had her book published! Woohoo! Go and check it out on her other blog, buy a copy if you fancy it.

But even if you don’t want to buy a copy, isn’t it okay to    C E L E B R A T E    her anyway?

So, join in the book party by posting.

4th November (which I missed) was what have you written that you are really proud of? Now, as I’ve said before, it’s very difficult to admit to being proud of ANYTHING AT ALL when you’re British. But, I’ll go for it anyway. Say it loud and clear. I AM PROUD OF…

The first ever novel I completed when I was fourteen. Yeah, yeah, it’s probably pretty shit, but I am so damn proud that I completed it. I thought it was good at the time, but I’ve never quite had the guts to read it again, so we’ll never know what it’s like


5th November is what’s your favourite book/author? Let me let that sink in for a minute.

Are you kidding?? How on earth am I meant to choose? I’m going to change it to the best book I’ve read in the last six months. How about that? That means I only have (let me count on GoodReads)… 51 books to choose between. That’s a lot easier than all the books in the world, but still pretty damn hard! Okay, I loved ‘The Art of Being Normal’, ‘A Knowledge of Our Better Angels’, ‘The Shiralee’, and ‘Do Not Say We Have Nothing.’ I know that’s more than one and they’re all different authors, but still. That was damn hard for me.

Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN. WOOHOO! Everyone come join the party!

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Write Every Day: Things I’m Proud Of



Apparently it’s a very British thing, but it just feels so wrong to say that you’re proud of something. You have to be like: ‘it’s okay’, or ‘I’m quite pleased’, or ‘well, but I was lucky’ etc etc. So, this is surprisingly difficult.

What am I proud of?

I’m proud of my brother. He was bullied badly from a very young age. After a few days at reception my parents were bathing him and he had bruises all over. They didn’t understand why and he didn’t either. He didn’t know anything else; didn’t know it was wrong. Another parent told ours’ that he was being beaten up. We moved house and schools when we had enough money, and the bullying continued. Less physical, more psychological. Up to Secondary School, and it continued. Eventually our grandparents kindly partly with a lot of their savings and he went to a private school. He was still a ‘misfit’ and bullied to some extent, but it was so much better. We all suffered. He was so angry all the time that he would physically attack me and my mother; he bit her quite badly once.

But now they (they’re gender neutral) are amazing. Brilliant exam results for GCSEs, AS and A levels. (No surprises there). Ended up going to a terrible university on clearance because it was the only one he could go to that would accept him and his girlfriend. Everyone told him it was an awful idea; they wouldn’t stay together; look at the amazing uni’s he was throwing away. He did what he wanted.


Then, a 2 year MA at Oxford. Then Oxford and Cambridge both offered him spaces for PhDs. He went for Cambridge (why not, just so you can you’ve been to both the top uni’s in the country) and came out as they to us earlier this year.

They’re a new person. Not since becoming ‘they’, from a long while back. They’re sociable. They go to parties. They get involved. They are STILL with that girlfriend (screw that all you oldies who said they’d split up within a year). 12 years. And they have grown up to be such a generous, easy to be with, wonderful person.

There’s no one else on worth who I am prouder of.