‘Mummy Porn’: How I Push The Barriers Of ‘Happily Ever After’

I hate the term ‘Mummy Porn’… It belittles what I do. It somehow implies that I spend my days and evenings sweating over my laptop like some dirty old man and his stash of magazines. Nor am I a sex maniac who uses her writing as an outlay from some serious frustration (although I’m sure Matt would be delighted if…

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“I had nothing to lose and sometimes that makes you brave enough to try.”

There are two things that unite all writers regardless of genre – crippling self-doubt and rejection. And it doesn’t matter how brilliant you are, you WILL be rejected by someone. Perhaps by agents and publishers, followed by critics and then the ones who really matter – the readers. But what if rejection starts before then? Writing is hard. It takes courage,…

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Workspace, shmurkspace

Someone asked me what my writing space was like the other day… ‘MWAH HA HA!’ I cried, trying not to spit my tea across the room, ‘what writing space??’ I’m lucky if I can find my laptop amidst a sea of crap. Still, in the spirit of magnanimity, I have posted a picture of said area to appease said friend…

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My name’s Catherine and I’m a bookaholic

I saw a funny cartoon online yesterday. It depicted a bleary-eyed woman emerging from her crumpled bed sheets captioned, ‘The morning after the book before’. I actually laughed out loud, not least because I AM that woman who gets so addicted to a book that I can’t put it down. Because of this I have to ration my prose. And god help…

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Writer’s Block: A six-song remedy

It’s been a funny old week. Our political system has descended into anarchy, the smirk’s been smacked off Boris’ face, Tom Hiddleston’s plummeted from hero to zero and I’ve been laid up with a particularly nasty bout of Writer’s Block.

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My Imagination Vacation

And what a marvellous thing it is too. Except when you’ve sprinted out of the house, mid-scene, to collect your kids and now one of your lovely mummy friends is trying to engage you in light chitchat in the school playground. You stare at her blankly as you try to process simple terms such as ‘play dates’ and ‘cake sales’.…

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Fifty Shades of Distraction

I LOVED Fifty Shades of Grey. Boom. There I said it. Yes, the sex scenes are a bit yawn and I can sort of see why all the feminists are up in arms but it’s got that clever little spark that always reels me in. I like to call it the ‘love connection hook’. I’m sure there’s some fabulously technical term for it in the publishing world but that’s what works for me.

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