From where I was, buried in the sand, I couldn’t hear much. Just a few muffled voices. ‘She’s stuck,’ said one, and another replied, ‘She’ll die if she stays out here.’ Someone else said she…
On behalf of my client, Mme Carole Borde, I hereby inform you that she has lodged a complaint against you for the usurpation of the title of psychotherapist. ‘Does it mean I’ll go to jail?’…
You may find a curious anomaly in this string of words pursuant to my introduction. Gallic? Truly it is, but that is not my point, which is plainly a particularity most odd. Do you spot it?…
We’re working on the cover for Perfume Island and there are 3,592,128 fonts to choose from. However I’ve whittled them down to six – which one do you prefer? Perhaps not exactly that one but…
‘And the police?’ asked Antoine. ‘Who’s in charge? We’re deep in gendarme territory here.’ To someone not French, that might seem a little opaque. Gendarme territory? What’s that? Well, actually, it’s simple: in France, you…
They wrap around your eyes like welders’ goggles, letting in no light except what gets through the lenses, which must be half an inch thick. What you see is a murky brown blur, but that’s…
If you’ve written a book, a good tip, which I generally ignore, is to read it backwards. After all, readers can be strange, so it’s not a bad idea to check that it’s just as good…
15 keys to One Green Bottle. N° 6: The detective plaque. A novel has to be plausible. Not close to the real world, but plausible in the world of the novel. So in Harry Potter’s…
From literary agent Sydney Lushpile to Jambiani Beach in Zanzibar, April was a little hectic on the blogging front. But thanks to some advance planning, I completed the A to Z challenge, so here, as…
Number 26 in The A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, part of the A to Z blogging challenge. The tide at Jambiani, Zanzibar, withdraws for half a mile, revealing a vast expanse of beach.…