Someone tweeted "Do you read your own books?" Everyone except me and one other person answered "Yes." One of them said "That's why I wrote them." While I get it, I also don't get it. Sure we write the books we'd like to read, but there's no way I'd sit reading one of my own …
We’re married!
I'm writing this blog at least twelve hours before Warren and I say "I do." I am, however, publishing it after the event. Love is a wondrous thing when you have it. It's not always an easy road but if you feel it's worth fighting for, then you know you're onto something special. For Warren …
What Christmas means to me – Guest blog by Kay Doherty
As an Australian, there's something romantic about imagining Christmas in Winter. In my house, presents were exchanged on Christmas Eve as my parents were Polish and German migrants. Santa arrives a night earlier in Europe. Christmas Day would be spent on Torquay Beach, two hours drive from Melbourne. We'd grab a bucket of Kentucky Fried …
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Writing on a Work Trip
A couple of weeks ago I went on a work trip. I flew to Broome in Western Australia on Tuesday, flew to Perth late on Thursday night for a meeting the next day, then returned home to Sydney on Saturday evening. I had my meetings, worked on work stuff back in my hotel rooms, and …
For the hundredth time, I don’t write porn!
Okay, I've written one. That was as a dare from my friends and it always sells. But apart from that, all my books are, well, books. But there seems to be a misconception from the mainstream. Unless you're published by a major company then the novel with gay content you're writing must be dirty. This …
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I’m Pantstering a Bit More!
My religion has changed a little. I used to be a devout Plotter. My love for working out what would happen chapter by chapter happened with my second novel, Drama Queens and Adult Themes. Two worlds are described in that story and characters from one realm, the Afterlife, interfere with the lives of an unsuspecting …
Insomnia. A writer’s friend.
All my life I've been an insomniac. Not the 'lie in bed trying the fall asleep' type. The 'wake up at 3am and can't sleep for hours' kind. It doesn't happen every night, and if the next day is not a work day, that's not a problem. As writers, we know that these night hours …
