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2011 – I may not be SMART but I might have FUN….
I read on Yahoo News this morning that the way to ensure you stick to New Year’s Resolutions is to ensure that they are, in management-speak, SMART. Having spent years in strategy development and research this is a term that … Continue reading
NaNoWriMo: 43,000 and counting….
The third of my occasional posts for National Novel Writing Month. Don’t worry, it’s nearly over… I love Christmas. Always look forward to it. But this year I am anticipating opening the first door of the advent calendar with particular … Continue reading
Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner….
Until the age of twenty-five I lived in London. In Whetstone, London N.20 to be exact. It is one of the last outposts of the capital before you cross the border into Hertfordshire; a county that I have always considered, … Continue reading
NaNoWriMo: The second half – retire hurt, change tactics or keep the faith?
This is my second blog post about my November NaNoWriMo experience Half way through November. Fifteen days gone and I am still plugging away at my NaNoWriMo novel. I am afraid I am behind schedule, and will have to write … Continue reading
Posted in History, NaNoWriMo, Writing
Tagged history, London, mental health, NaNoWriMo, procrastination, storytelling
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An ‘Unsound Mind’ – bringing a family history into the open.
I have, over the past two or three years, been unlocking metaphorical cupboards to find metaphorical skeletons falling at me from all sides. Inspired less by ‘Who Do You Think You Are’ than by an indecent fascination with the minutiae … Continue reading

