It’s what you know

Don’t write what you know; write what you love. Writing my first novel, Lady MacBethad, was like the bursting of a pipe. The words gushed out of me, and the story flew onto the page with a kind of fre

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it

Over my decades-long writing life, I’ve been a reader, judge and (sometimes) an organiser for many novel-writing competitions, including the Harry Bowling Prize, the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s

How The Pickwick Papers revolutionized Victorian publishing

What’s in a Year: A Countryman’s Tale Through ...

BETH felt her heart pound as she made haste towards the Whitechapel Road. Why had Mrs Mears let out such a cry and thrown down the newspaper with unseemly urgency? Why had she bidden her maid to fetch