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The first six months of this year have mostly been about getting well (Did you know one in seven women will get breast cancer? I was incredibly lucky mine was found very quickly), getting my husband well (long story – but basically the NHS has saved both our lives recently)
Yes, when I was 12 I was addicted to ABBA’s ‘Arrival’, which I played on repeat, and I nearly won a talent competition with my routine to Dancing Queen. But in this case, ABBA stands for An Awfully Big Blog Adventure, and it’s where I blog once a month about
Launching Unveiling Venus at Village Books in Dulwich. A special evening, packed with old friends, some of whom I’ve known since school.
Don’t expect an author to be free for tea in February or early March. This is one of our busiest seasons. World Book Day is on Thursday 1 March this year, and children’s authors will be visiting schools that day and both weeks either side of it. On the day
1857 is about to become 1858. Mary Adams has become Persephone Lavelle, the darling of the Pre-Raphaelite art world, but she is barred from seeing the one man she truly loves. She’s tired of London and longs for a new adventure. So when her rich friend Kitty invites her to
Summertime, in the book world, means getting out there, going to a vast convention centre or a muddy field, and meeting people. Right now, as soon as I’ve finished the copy edit for Unveiling Venus, I’m off to the Edinburgh Festival to take part in and chair a couple of
Wanna see who won my ‘paint a portrait’ competition … with an incredible picture inspired by Ophelia? Check it out here …
I’m so pleased to share the news that Hugo & Cie have bought the rights to LOVE SONG in France. This seems appropriate for the Romantic Novel of the Year, non? I’ll be going to Paris myself in July, and I’m thrilled that my book will be following me. I
So there was an award ceremony this week. I have to say, I was still recovering a bit from last week. Last week – World Book Week – was insanely busy and wonderful. The best bits, as always, were when I met students who were going to read and write
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