I moved to a small village five months ago and still haven’t met a hot plaid-shirt-wearing carpenter with sexy arm muscles, who fixes people’s kitchen cabinets to make ends meet even though his real passion is carving intricate sculptures
Just waiting for the BBC to announce THE QUEUE, a four-part drama starring Keeley Hawes, Samuel West and Toby Jones, who each play characters in the queue to see the Queen’s coffin and find love, community and friendship while they wait
Wasn’t sure whether to post this, but fuck it.
Seven years ago today, I dumped my emotionally abusive bastard of a boyfriend and made him cry.
It was the best decision I ever made.
Today, I worked on my seventh novel and had the best nap in the world.
I grew up in a working class household. A love of reading was instilled in me from an early age, mainly by my mum, who is also a massive bookworm. The idea that books are only for a ‘certain type’ of person needs to get in the bin sharpish
A woman on here nicked another woman’s two-year-old tweet about her husband putting some daffodils in the fridge because he thought they were spring onions, I am never ever leaving this site
My gran is in the hospital right now, for a variety of reasons. While I was visiting her, I noticed the bookcase in the day room (for both patients and families) only had four books. It really kicked me in the guts to see it so empty. So I did this.
The feminine urge to move to the wee white cottage in the middle of Glencoe and spend your days reading, making huge pots of soup and spending time with your group of animal friends
Sister Michael has broken out the champagne.
Clare has grilled a sponge.
Michelle’s Swiss roll has custard pissing out the sides.
James has no clue what he’s doing.
The Derry Girls Bake Off is everything I wanted and more.
#GBBO
What if I wrote a rom com about a woman who arrives in a tiny but friendly village in Scotland because she wants to figure out what to do with her life and she ends up falling in love with a wildlife cameraman?
TV idea: The Great British Write Off. Like Bake Off, but it’s a bunch of authors sitting at desks, working on their WIPs, drinking coffee and shouting FOR FUCK’S SAKE whenever their laptop decides to do a random update
I really wish they’d make a Hallmark movie set in the UK so that instead of the characters having a romantic moment while they choose a Christmas tree in a snowy forest, they can be shown standing in the queue at Argos, waiting to pick their fake tree up from Collection Point B
Let’s make one thing clear: enjoying uplifting books with happy endings is more than okay. They’re not ‘damaging’, they don’t lack ‘truth’ and they certainly don’t ‘narrow reading choices’. They offer a chance to escape into a happier world, which is more essential now than ever.
Since it’s movie week, I’d like to remind everyone of the time Anton did an Austin Powers number and Craig told him to “get rid of those ridiculous comedy teeth”, to which Anton replied “actually they’re mine”
#StrictlyComeDancing
Thank fuck for books. And authors. And all the talented people who put their hearts and souls into creating them and bringing them to readers. They’ve been my whole life and I truly don’t know what I’d do without them
My advice for anyone who’s going through this is:
- give yourself permission to feel crap. Because you will and that’s ok
- eat lots of Jaffa Cakes, they cure everything
- take as much time as you need before starting a new book. Write for fun, even
- stay strong 💕
77-year-old women shouldn't be on stage pretending they're 20. They should be at home spending time with loved ones and family.
We need to stop normalizing this behavior.
Do you agree or disagree?👇
Once again, I am politely asking for a four-part drama series about Esme’s life in Sixties London, centred on her Camden boutique and friendships with glam rockers
#SewingBee
I’ve just read that Liz Truss’s term as Prime Minister is being described as a Trussterfuck, and I’ve never loved a totally made up word more than this
COMING SOON TO ITV: a stressed-out private detective moves to a seaside town hiding dark secrets beneath its pretty exterior, and teams up with a straight talking DS to solve crimes
So, here I am, telling you about my book that didn’t sell, in the hope that, if it’s happened to you, you don’t feel quite so alone.
(Also, any commercial fic editors who fancy reading a rom com about movie romantic gestures, let me know 😂)
My mum’s friend was interested in getting some chickens. A friend of hers said “here, my chickens have just laid some eggs, would you like some chicks?” Bizarrely, two of them turned out to be ducks?? No idea how, the woman doesn’t even own a duck.
Anyway, meet Minnie ❤️
Why? Because I don’t think we talk enough about what happens when a book you love and have poured your heart and soul into doesn’t sell. It happens, more than we think. Every author has that project that didn’t find a home and it’s devastating
I would love to be good enough to go on Bake Off, Sewing Bee or Pottery Throwdown, but since I’m not, I’ll watch the shows in my pyjamas and make comments as if I’m a world renowned baker/dressmaker/potter.
#PotteryThrowdown
But we don’t see the other side very often. The one where you pour every ounce of love and attention into a book but, for whatever reason, it doesn’t sell. And it can feel pretty bloody lonely. Like you’re the only one it’s happened to and people will think you’re a fraud
Got some news I really hoped I wouldn’t get at the hospital, so I’m feeling really upset. Please leave nice pet pictures/other nice things under this tweet
Eight years ago today, something magical happened: I dumped a man and made him cry.
Not just any man. A toxic, gaslighting bastard who’d enjoyed making me miserable for so long.
Today, I’ll read a book, watch Derry Girls and remember that moment with a great big smile.
One day in July, I kicked someone out of my life. Someone who tried to pick apart everything I was, who never believed I’d be an author, but also asked for a signed copy of my latest book.
Today, I won’t think about them. I’ll write my eighth book, eat great food and be happy.
I wrote my first book on scraps of till receipt paper while working late shifts at a DIY store.
I didn’t expect it to go anywhere. Then, through some extraordinary twist of fate, it did. I’m now writing my eighth book and have a lovely agent.
NEVER give up. You can do it.
No matter what happens on Twitter, I hope we never forget the time a woman named Carol went into full on Miss Marple mode and accused a Love Island contestant of nicking her daughter’s handbag in Sainsbury’s
A year ago today, I started going walking, and I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that it put me back together. I was ill for four months in 2022 and going out for my first walk felt like the whole world was opening up for me again. Here’s some photos I took along the way
As an author, sometimes it can feel like everyone is moving forward and achieving their dreams apart from you. We see the six-figure deals, the 24hr pre-empts, the TV rights going to Reese Witherspoon.
What if, instead of a hot girl summer, we have a hobbit girl summer, eating two breakfasts a day, wandering around the Shire and hanging out with our travelling wizard friends
Today, I found out:
- I definitely have PCOS and I’m being referred for further help
- my heart and lungs are fine after having Covid
- I don’t have diabetes
In short, the NHS is fucking amazing