My lovelies, *this* week I’m excited, because I have here a FRIST of epic proportions. Whenever I mention her name in the Blogosphere, the person to whom I’m speaking tends to get a bit frenzied and start using exclamations like “I LOVE her!” and “she’s the REAL DEAL” and “OMG!” And yaknow what? They should…
Mes amies, let me whisk you away to a land where wine flows in gorgeous rivers from the sun-soaked hills; where la pont Japonais spans a languid, flower-dappled pool; where the architecture will take your breath away, and if la cuisine doesn’t kill you from wonder and richness, the maniac driving will finish you off…we’re…
My initial reaction to Andra Watkins’ book ‘Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace’ was to baulk, absolutely, at the premise. I walk. I run. I cycle. And that’s a truly, gut-clenchingly HUGE distance to go. Alone. Added to which, who even does that?
There’s a funny thing which can happen in this world between the wires – you can find that in spite of never having met the people you hang out with online, you get to know them very well indeed, and often have a better idea of the state of their heart and soul than the…
A long time ago I came across a delightfully amusing (though rather terrifying) meme of Annie Wilks, which read “If you haven’t tied your favourite author to a bed and hobbled them with a sledgehammer, you’re not fangirling hard enough”. Of course this delighted the dark side of my humour, and I promptly stole it*…
I eagerly grabbed the packet from my sofa – it had arrived, at LAST! I ran my nails under the cardboard, tearing away the edge which then bent back to reveal my first view – that beautiful, black spine, with crisp, perfect lettering. I slid the book out, savouring its weight in my hand, running…
Ohmigosh! Do I have a TREAT for you today! She is *exquisite* and utterly perfect in every way. Let me take your hand and lead you in…here…have a seat. Careful, don’t make too much noise – I don’t want her to know you’re watching. Just sit quietly in the dark and look on as I…
I’ve known of Vikki since the early days of my time as a blogger. She was one of the Fabulous Humour Bloggers I looked up to, and marveled at the suave, sophisticated, and effortlessly slick way she could pull off a story about kitchen disasters or fitting into too-small-underwear, or not acting her age and…
If you’re anyone who’s ANYONE, ANYWHERE NEAR a writer community lately, you will have seen this wonderful lady working the social media platforms LIKE A BOSS. Or not, because sometimes bosses don’t work as well as you’d like. Especially not the ones at the end of Sonic, who bob up and down and throw things!…
I wish I could tell you the story, because it’s awesome. I wish I could tell you about the richness of archaeology, the seriousness of cultural issues, the gorgeousness of the locations and people, and the lightness and brightness of a paranormal tale done really, really well…but I can’t, because I don’t trust myself not…
Considerings 