T.S. Eliot
I couldn’t leave Dorset without nipping across the border to Somerset and paying my respects to another great poet, T.S. Eliot.
I couldn’t leave Dorset without nipping across the border to Somerset and paying my respects to another great poet, T.S. Eliot.
Good luck to all my writer friends taking part in Nano this year – and why I’m taking this year out…
The Netflix film of Rebecca has finally been released, but does it live up to the hype?
Lily James looks as if she might be believable. The first time I read Rebecca, I was immersed so fully that I failed to notice the protagonist had no name – she was me, and I was her.
The Travelling Philanthropist – The curious tale of some missing days and a man with an umbrella…
Don’t you just love serendipity? Imagine my delight when I found out that J M Barrie was Daphne du Maurier’s uncle? Not only that, he was a contemporary of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
My novel Three Faced Doll was inspired by a doll my sister and I shared when were young. The plot developed from broodling about lost sisters, dead twins and madness in my family.
It was while I was attending the Fowey Festival in Cornwall I received desperately sad news. My little brother, ten years my junior, had died. That’s not supposed to happen. His death came without warning and really threw me.
When you’re a parent, you want to keep your children safe and happy. That doesn’t stop just because they grow up. I shared in their joy and excitement as my daughter and her partner prepared for the birth, and I shared in their heartbreak…