Keziah Hill

Gleebooks in Blackheath is having a big sale of new and second hand books. I strolled past, which was my first mistake and got sucked into browsing the tables outside in the arcade. Picked up Elizabeth Burton’s The Georgians at Home; Lisa Scottoline’s Daddy’s Girl; John Batchelor’s Lady Trevelyan and the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and Elaine Feinstein’s Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova.


Then made the second mistake of going into the shop and getting Chloe Hooper’s The Tall Man and Wendy Moore’s Wedlock: How Georgian Britain’s Worst Husband Met His Match.


I was only in Better Read Than Dead on Thursday and bought Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo (I must be the only one in the world who hasn’t read it yet); Peter Temple’s Truth and Patricia Brigg’s Cry Wolf. Thanks Sarah for pointing her in my direction.


Now after this binge the bank is empty, so best to settle in and read them all. Either that or they join my horrendous to be read pile (more like a whole bookshelf).


And I got some words written today. No discussion in case I curse myself.

I love stories about women doing great things and living to tell the tales.

Go over to my Tumblr site and watch this.
And this.
And this.

I’m trying to post some links to a couple of great videos but it’s not working. Not sure why …..

Yes, I’ve not been here.

A combination of paid work demands and general life difficulties. This will change soon. In the mean time, I’m fiddling with how this site looks. And flexing my writing muscles in a very slow and tentative way.

October was a wash out. November has started out so-so. Did 2,207 words on Sunday but nothing since. I knew I wouldn’t get any done yesterday because of various life events, but I should so some tonight. At the moment it’s incredibly hot and my motivation is zilch. Will I write or won’t I?

My last words were on Friday and totally pathetic. 284. This weekend has been spent reading Diana Gabaldon, socializing, and planning house renovations. Next week my writing tasks will be to get more into my characters. I’m trying to write a fairly quick first draft which means not lingering over details, the idea being I’ll go back and layer. The problem is I’m boring myself because there’s no passion in the writing. I think I’m doomed to be one of those edit as I go people.