The Air Inbetween. Sometimes it’s what you don’t write that counts.
Every so often I talk to other authors.
I love my plotting chart because it helps me to avoid the soggy middle that plods along.
I was happily typing away when the blue screen appeared.
Change of scenery for today’s writing escapade.
Desperately seeking… something.
A combination of things had lain me low with storm clouds until I am too anxious to write.
I needed a bridge between act 1 and act 2. The past and the present. Life and death.
Who do we think we are? What is out journey? Who do we become?
This morning I went shopping to Ashton-under-Lyne which is where Random Acts of Unkindness, my DS Jan Pearce series, is set. It…