work in progress, Writing journey

Time slipping by

Where is time going? I need a pause button to catch up and my hand to stop screaming every time I touch a keyboard or hold phone for my than 5 minutes.

Word count for WIP in minus figures due to editing for 2 competitions. The standards will exceed my capability but I will try all the same.


#feelingdisheartened #beingslow #painwinning

P.S Dear Universe,

A winning scratchcard would be wonderful!  I need to buy new laptop and updated Dragon – my current one is screeching under the strain of running more than one program. It matches by writing speed.



Writing journey

Dreams Come True with Writing Pressies

I hope you all had a good Christmas and Father Christmas was kind. We had a quiet one with family and lots of food. Bailey’s thick cream is my downfall. The diet must start tomorrow if I want to fit into my favourite jeans. I was surprised and excited to find several writing themed gifts under the tree. These included:

  • A subscription to a writing magazine. Every month I can have a cup of tea while I catch up and learn this craft.
  • The subscription came free gifts too including 3 entries for competitions. Maybe this will encourage me to enter.
  • I Should be Writing by Murs Lafferty – a book review will be posted in the New Year
  • The Emotion Thesaurus; A Writer’s Guide To Character Expression
  • Notebooks galore including one to record the books I have read
  • Pencils (as a left-handed person I struggle with pens and their delightful habit of leaving a trail of smudge behind)
  • A metal pencil sharpener like the ones I remember from my school days sitting on the teacher’s desk

And finally J.K Rowling’s illustrated edition of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban as a reminder that writer’s dreams can come true if they believe in themselves. If I could have a teaspoonful of her imagination and success I will be happy.


Reading Harry Potter

The arrival of these gifts are not just about having tools to use but they are an acknowledgement from my family that writing is important to me and they are somewhat supportive of me, even if the whole idea of writing a book bewilders them. This means more than the gifts themselves.


How was your Christmas?

Happy writing.










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A Writer’s Muse; introducing Elsie

According to the Oxford dictionary the definition of muse is

‘A person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist’

A while ago I came across a writing prompt simply titled The Muse.

In the past when I have thought of a muse I have imagined a serene, elegant lady draped in a slender 1920s dress who glided into a room inspiring an artist to sketch, draw and paint. She would be gentle and encourage the artist out of his doubts and inevitable artistic slumps. When I think of my muse, the source of my ideas, I see Elsie.

Serene, gentle and elegant, she is not and forget about encouragement. She is more likely to tell you “you will make it  rubbish anyway” than utter sympathy. As a tiny fairy she is hard to pin down. Flitting here and there, she visits and shares ideas when she chooses and no more.  Dr Marten boots are often stamped  in frustration if she thinks she is being ignored usually because it isn’t time for me to stop and write.

As a night owl, she insists on waking you up at 3am with a bagful of ideas that make your head spin. If you don’t act quickly enough or act enthused she will hold her inspiration and perfectly formed words close to her chest and fly off in a huff for days. No matter how much you beg her to return to relieve the frustration of writer’s block she refuses to come. in her eyes, writer’s cramp, illness or exhaustion are not good enough excuses to not write.

As you can tell, her temperament is extreme but luckily, her hair changes depending on her mood. You smile if she is adorning pink tresses for romance is in the air or if there are shades of rainbow, exciting things are ahead.  It is time to hide under the duvet if her hair is raven black. The ideas she will deliver will inevitably  be full of doom or sorrow.

Why do I keep her and not search for my 1920s muse? Because as bristly as she is, she is funny and has moments when her childish, fun streak peeks through but most of all, I love her and the worlds she creates in my mind.

So when she arrives: I listen, try to take notes and hope when I read them later I can understand the blurry, tired scrawl because, as you will have guessed, she will never repeat an idea or perfect paragraph twice.

I would love to hear about your muse, if you have one in the comments. How do you control them or like my Elsie, do they control you?
A special thanks to Debra McFarlane for bringing Elsie to life and encouraging me to write. If you would like to see more of Debra’s work she can be found at:

And she has just launched her  page on Patreon