The results of that lesser-known literary prize, the Guardian’s Not The Booker, were announced yesterday. It’s a gong won by popular ballot, which these days is a dirtier business than it sounds. To win, authors solicit votes by any means necessary: Twitter, Facebook, direct email. This year the longlist (very long indeed) contained both male (read more)
read moreI wrote to a musical accompaniment this week. It rarely happens, because I seem to be very aurally distractible (as well as distractible in any number of other ways), so generally speaking my writing room remains a quiet place. Occasionally I’ll break that rule; if one of my characters is listening to a piece of music (read more)
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