A new release from Lizzie Chantree. The Woman Who Felt Invisible.

This week, I’m spotlighting a new story from the international bestselling author of If you love me, I’m yours, Ninja School Mum and Babe Driven. Take a look at The woman who felt invisible. A gorgeous romantic story of love and new beginnings. … Continued

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Which is the important bit. Beginning, middle or end?

Welcome back to another blog hop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt. Don’t forget to click the purple button to see what everyone else has to say. Which part of your book do you spend the most time on? Beginning, … Continued

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The ghosts of NaNoWriMo past. 2020. The year of The Syk’m.

NaNo was a success for me in 2020. In the end, I managed to write 51865 words of my next story. As always, there’s a mixture of feelings, relief and amazement that I actually managed to finish and sadness that … Continued

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Noms de Plume, what’s in a name.

Welcome back to another blog hop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt. Don’t forget to click the purple button to see what everyone else has to say. Did you write under a pseudonym? Why? Yes, I do. Even though my … Continued

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Ploughing the fields. Gardener’s Worlds.

Welcome back to another blog hop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt. Don’t forget to click the purple button to see what everyone else has to say. Do any of your characters garden? Or keep houseplants? How about you? What … Continued

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All calm on the surface.

There always seems to be so much to do. You might think that a writer’s life is easy. You just sit around waiting for inspiration, type a few words here and there, then watch as the royalties roll in. Actually, … Continued

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Anyone for space tennis?

Welcome back to another blog hop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt. Don’t forget to click the purple button to see what everyone else has to say. Are any of your characters fans of a particular sports team? Once again, … Continued

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Blowing my own Trumpet

Because, if you don’t, who will? I was always told, when I was growing up, never to be boastful or show off. My father used to tell me that if I did, nobody would like me. I’ve always taken his … Continued

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