Monthly Archives: November 2012

The revamping of novel number one is almost complete. Now I need to decide what to do with it . . .

Can we talk about the weather? I know it’s not the most exciting of subjects, but Mysore’s winter climate is exhilarating: cool mornings and evenings; warm, dry afternoons; cloudless blue skies (not a drop of rain has fallen since my … Continue reading →

I promised when I started this blog that I would keep you updated on my efforts to become a published writer. So: Yesterday I got a rejection. Not my first rejection ever (by a long way!) but my first in … Continue reading →

Just a quick aside to let you know I’m doing it — writing in India! On my roof terrace! Trying not to be distracted by the mad squirrels that keep skittering across the corrugated plastic roof and a group of … Continue reading →

Let me introduce you to the roof terrace, where I’ve just finished another yummy breakfast of soupy curry and coconut chutney and some fluffy round breads called something that sounded like “iddly” but probably isn’t. The terrace is supposed to … Continue reading →

I’ve just arrived in India where I’ll be spending a whole month studying yoga. I did my research carefully and found myself what appeared to be an upmarket serviced apartment five minutes walk away from the yoga school. Early mornings … Continue reading →

From the bottom of the top: The Diary of Miss Idilia was a birthday present from a friend and has been on my bedside table for years. I will read it. And in case the aforementioned friend is reading this, … Continue reading →

This is a blog post idea I have stolen from my other blog. But it’s a post well suited to this blog, especially when I have nothing to say about my own writing (although we are finally at the end … Continue reading →

I’ve always meant to get around to reading Siri Hustvedt because I knew I would like her—and I was right. I haven’t read any reviews of this book so I’m making some assumptions that may or may not be true, … Continue reading →