Notes from a Flashy Weekend

It was the first of its kind, with attendees from all over the UK and further afield, and packed with presenters and workshop leaders representing many of the very best practitioners of the form. The Bath Flash Fiction Festival was an intense, roller coaster of a weekend – a chance to meet online writing friends, to attend the launch of the National Flash-Fiction Day anthology; a lot of fun, a lot of learning, and far too much to cover in one blog post – but in case you weren’t lucky enough to be there, I thought I’d share some of the inspiration I took away with me. flash (2) Continue reading “Notes from a Flashy Weekend”


Novel submission – some honest number crunching


Last year I wrote a novel. A historical novel called What Has Fallen From Heaven, about a girl in Roman Egypt whose gilded life is turned upside down when she is struck down with epilepsy. It wasn’t my first full-length manuscript, but it was the first I’d felt fully proud of, and so when I’d tidied it up (we’ll gloss over the research hours, the sub-standard children’s teas, and the grey hairs involved in that process) I began the follow-up marathon of submitting to agents. Continue reading “Novel submission – some honest number crunching”

Whose story is it anyway?


CHRIST, IS IT NOT HARD ENOUGH just getting the words down?!

This week I’ve been troubled by three new worries to add to the ongoing horror of the blank page (and mind).

Firstly, I read an excellent piece in women’s writing magazine Mslexia (Issue 71) about plagiarism – not just the blatant variety, which is obviously easy to avoid, but the horror phenomenon of cryptomnesia, ‘the technical term for the process whereby forgotten material is experienced as new when it resurfaces in a person’s consciousness.’ In her fascinating piece, Debbie Taylor Continue reading “Whose story is it anyway?”