Writer
When I write a book, the characters kind of move in with me. I can't help it - they come to life in my heart and mind and only spill out onto the page when they are good and ready. Luckily, I really like most of them, otherwise this could get a bit tricky!
November didn't go as planned. Lots of things I meant to do didn't even happen because I mashed my foot and broke a toe and was confined to quarters for most of the month. (Don't ask! Something to do with charging around the living room like a lunatic, pretending to be in a dance studio...) …
I have to be honest: this blog post goes with my current free Kindle book promotion (running until 06 November 2019) because I’m a new indie author and I need all the exposure and all the Amazon reviews I can get!! So let me tell you about writing ‘How to Make Your Heart Sing’ which …
Wow. I actually managed to ruin three of my autumn/winter jackets at the same time, plus several T-shirts, jeans and sweaters. Our dryer seems to have switched from thermostat-controlled settings to a simple on/off function, with ‘on’ being the equivalent of ‘blow-torch’. As a result, a substantial part of my wardrobe is now doll-size. Which …
I’ve been putting this off – too personal, too close. Then again, I committed to Real & True when I started this blog: uncensored, straight from the heart. So, this is about life without Mum, about grieving, and about the concept of home. Grieving is such a weird process. The poet John Roedel likens it …
Calling all free-floating freelancers/creatives: How the heck do you deal with the absence of deadlines? Because I have to tell you, I’m struggling. I’m all good with setting deadlines when I’m under contract for someone else, for example when I take on a book translation, which I subdivide into manageable chunks, each with their own …
I’ve been thrashing about for the best part of a week. I thought that things would be clear and focused now that my first ‘real’ book is out, plus the new website, the blog, the Facebook page – but instead I am more confused than ever. What is there to blog about, to write about? …
Gitta Wolf 