The book deal

Back in April, I sent the first three chapters of my second novel to a couple of small publishers, one of which was Ipso Books. Ipso asked to see the full manuscript and then, a few months later, invited me to come in to meet them. So while I was in London for the Breast... Continue Reading →

The big birthday

On Saturday, Mum and Dad picked me up and we went to Rachel’s care home. The car was full of food and presents, and we made several trips up to the room where the party was being held. Rachel was still in bed, eating her lunch. I hoped it would be one of her better... Continue Reading →

The birthday build-up

It’s my sister’s fortieth birthday tomorrow. Paul turned forty a couple of months ago. I’m feeling old, and not just because I get stiff if I sit down for more than an hour. I’ve been busy with the children today, but now that they’ve gone to bed I’ve started to wonder what we’d be doing... Continue Reading →

The closed doors

While I was in London for the Breast Cancer Care fashion show recently, I also attended the Britmums Brilliance in Blogging Awards. I was a finalist in the Inspire category and I know that some of you voted for me. I'm enormously grateful for that. My friend Lydia came as my plus one, and the... Continue Reading →

The Breast Cancer Care fashion show

Every year, Breast Cancer Care put on a fundraising fashion show in which all the models have had a breast cancer diagnosis. I talked my friend Rachel into applying, and she was selected. I bought my ticket. Marianne, a friend I’ve talked to a lot online but never met in person, agreed to come with... Continue Reading →

The Penguin WriteNow event

A while ago, I saw on Twitter that Penguin Random House were running a scheme for under-represented writers (eg. BAME writers, LGBTQI writers and disabled writers). They were going to invite 150 applicants to events in London, Bristol and Newcastle and then choose ten for a year-long mentoring programme and possible publication. I wanted to... Continue Reading →

The trip back in time

Quite by chance, after a few months relatively free of medical appointments, I saw my breast surgeon and my oncologist in the space of two days last week. In between appointments, I got very little done. I’ve been trying to run a bit, but I’ve torn a ligament, so I can’t do it at the... Continue Reading →

The big box full of love

When my sister, Rachel, turned twenty-one, she was in her final year of university in Bangor and I was in my first year at Southampton. These universities were not chosen with travelling between them in mind. I’m pretty sure the journey to visit her took seven hours, and it definitely involved five trains. Like a... Continue Reading →

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