The Coffin and the Sharpened Stake – Accepting Criticism

I’ve just sent the first three chapters of my new novel to my writing friend and mentor, so I’m feeling a little unsettled and unstable. I want her to like it, but I don’t necessarily want her to tell me that she does, as I don’t think that...

A River Runs Through It

On a recent trip to France we crossed over a little river called La Femme du Tete Perdu, which my limited grasp of French translates as the woman who lost her head.  Very apposite, I thought, as since the move I have lost just about everything, including my head, but...