The Gritty Truth About Writing
It was a Saturday night. My head was thumping and my eyes were sore. My entire body ached – especially my shoulders, which were knotted tight. How much longer will…
Read MoreIt was a Saturday night. My head was thumping and my eyes were sore. My entire body ached – especially my shoulders, which were knotted tight. How much longer will…
Read More‘How come I never get invited round to your house for tea?’ my friend Jane asked one day as we embarked upon another epic game of French skipping in the school…
Read MoreI love this time of year – and not just for the opportunity to eat mince pies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I love it for the opportunity to draw…
Read MoreThe other day I was thinking back to a rock-bottom time in my life. A time when I seriously couldn’t see how things could get any worse … and I…
Read MoreYesterday, someone posted this message on my Facebook wall: Hi Siobhan, I’ve read your book and I want to take that next step and do this properly. I’ve been writing…
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