I've been woefully neglecting this blog, but there were extenuating circumstances, honestly. I haven't been idle, though. I've got a novel which has been going through various rewrites and every time becomes a little less sunny and a little more sinister. This is interesting for me, because I prefer reading darker, more dramatic stuff (I'm currently …
Although gazing at her admiringly was fun, I needed something else to do...
What can you do when you fancy a bit of Hardy at 7.30am on a Sunday?
We saw the horrifying news on the Times Square news ticker - big flashing lights talking about a disaster at a football ground in England.
Luke Roberts, formerly Holby City's Joseph Byrne (the world's most beautiful heart surgeon), with fangs, and front and centre of an epic story of love, revenge and power that spans centuries? Hell, yeah.
Unpacking a box of books is unpacking memories.
My top seven personal niggles as a reader - while being fully aware that I have committed some of these crimes as a writer. But not 3, 5, 6 or 7.
A very belated review of a film that came out in 2011.
Jac Naylor turns up in Cumbria - and she wants Joseph's help.
I need someone to invent my ideal labour-saving device.