Wednesday, 1 October 2014


It's the first Wednesday of the month, so time for my Insecure Writer's Support Group post. Since last month, I've mostly been touring Scotland with my husband in our camper van.

Supposedly it's partly a working trip, but we've been distracted by a lot of signs like this one.

 We've explored castles (dozens of castles!) and countryside, watched a steam train cross that bridge, climbed this monument, well lots of stuff.

And I've been writing. Not as much as at home becaue I've been too busy having fun, but I've done a fair bit plus heard about a couple of story sales. My travels are giving me lots of inspiration and ideas too.

I think you've gathered that I'm not actually feeling insecure at all.

I feel a fraud now.

And now I'm over it ;-)

Here's hoping that anything which has distracted you this month has been interesting and will provide inspiration for your writing.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Phot's Moll

I've been on phot's moll duties the last few days (it's like being a gangster's moll, but we use cameras not guns and there's generally less need for leather mini skirts*) I've managed some writing too!

Can you guess where we are now? The second picture is a clue. The answer explains why I've not been online much.

*I've never actually needed to wear a leather mini skirt in the line of duty.

Thursday, 25 September 2014

The thing on the thing

As we drove into Oban Gary declared, 'Oh there's the thing on the thing'. As we've been to Carnasserie Castle and Dunstaffnage Castle recently, plus a dozen others, lots of lochs, various views, mountains of mountains (sorry) I think he can be forgiven for giving up on remembering what things are called and tackling the pronunciation of a few places, don't you?

This is McCaig's Tower (the thing on the thing) Do you ever give things or people odd names which then stick?
Carnasserie Castle (I climbed five stories up the stone spiral staircase to get you that shot)
 Dunstaffnage Castle. It doesn't actually slope like that, but there was some horrible red tape which I managed to hide behind the cannon, but only by throwing myself down a small embankment and it seems I can't do that and hold the camera level.

If you've not seen enough of my holiday pictures yet, you can find more on my other blog.

And if you don't have enough reason yet to hate me, I'll casually throw in the news that Woman's Weekly have just accepted another of my stories.

Wednesday, 24 September 2014


Athirst can mean thirsty (from the Old English ofthyrst apparently). It also means eager or strongly desirous as in athirst for knowledge. I think I'll combine them into athirst for a nice cold glass of wine.

The second definition surprised me. I'd heard the phrase and understood the meaning, but had thought it was written as 'a thirst for knowledge'.

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Inspired to work

A few days ago we took this ferry to the small island of Gigha. We followed the sign and (eventually) found the beach where I went swimming.

 I've just finished the first draft of a story about a woman who gets the ferry to Gigha with her husband. They followed the sign and (eventually) found the beach where she went swimming.

In other writing news, one of my stories has just been accepted by pages of stories. Coincidentally it's about postcards and I'd posted some shortly before getting the news.

Sunday, 21 September 2014

The great outdoors

If you've been reading this blog for the last few weeks you'll know Gary and I are currently wandering from place to place in our van. I'm loving it, but my 'no fixed abode' status is temporary and voluntary. We can go home anytime we like. That's not the case for everyone and this writing competition aims to raise awareness of the problem of homelessness and help people who're in that unfortunate position.

Entry is free, but donations to the charity are suggested for those entrants who can afford to make them. First prize is a 5 day residential Arvon course.

Saturday, 20 September 2014

I should get away with this ...

I've decided to distract you from the fact I've not written much on this trip with a few photos ...

This one perhaps makes me look braver than I was - but we have done quite a bit of scrambling up hills and over rocks.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Yes! Yes! Yes!

It was lovely to meet up with writer friend Karen Jones, for the first time in about five years, recently. We talked a lot, ate hardly any cake and then headed off to an art gallery near Glasgow Cathedral.

Karen left us just before we went into the cathedral, maybe that was to be expected from the author of The Upside Down Jesus?

The post title refers to the two 'yes' rallies Gary and I somehow ended up in the middle of both before and after meeting Karen.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014


A paraselene is a bright spot, especially on a lunar halo. It's sometimes known as a mock or false moon. I'm not sure I entirely follow, but it's a nice word and maybe my friend Sheila will come along and explain it properly.

The picture is of the actual moon, taken by Gary. He's one of the bright spots in my life.