The Heartless Harridans shot me down last week – hence, the lack of blog post. Okay, it’s probably not PC to call your two daughters, a mere 11 and 14, a pair of HHs – but I did something incredibly stupid and that was to read them a part of my work-in-progress. I know from past experience that this is a very dumb thing to do. Continue reading
From the outset, illustrator Ron Brooks must have been a canny man. When he was a starving artist back in the 60s, humble bookshop clerk Albert Ullin took an interest in his work and bought two of his paintings. When Brooks illustrated his next book, John Brown, Rose and the Midnight Cat, he wanted to know if Albert would be purchasing another work.
“I told him ‘I don’t think I can afford any more’,” Albert confesses to The First Tuesday Book Group. “But then I looked at the book and I saw that the Midnight Cat was my cat, Lucifer.”
Once I was so depressed I took to having baths in the middle of the day. They soothed me – a little. It was five years ago and we’d uprooted ourselves from our happy home in Preston and relocated to the beach. At first I was ecstatic – our new environment was divine, the new school was fabulous and I was going to follow my dream of becoming a writer. I went off my anti-depressants…