Category Archives: Writing

Breaking Bread Blog 3

I joined a writing group, yesterday, via OneRoom. I’m also paying a monthly fee (one of two birthday presents from my husband – the other is a pair of ear rings) to receive coaching from a writer/teacher.

It’s been many years since I had an educator in my corner. We have a scheduled chat at 7.30 pm GMT, this evening. I’m strangely anxious. But then I’ve been anxious ever since I started writing down ideas, and creating characters, for Breaking Bread. The story has a dark underbelly that scares me. Whenever I try to lighten it up, another dark idea flaps its wings and squawks raven-like at me.

Being a wife, mother, and grandmother, I have very little time to think about dark, dastardly deeds let alone carry them out. Honestly, the events in the story are antithetic to the housewifely activities with which my ordinary life is strewn. But still, when I start to write, up it all comes – shadowy and ghoulish to scare the bejesus out of me.

I hope I can go wherever these strange ideas are taking  the novel and me. Perhaps the writer/teacher will have some advice as to how to get out of the way of my inner fears and allow the true heart of the story to reveal itself.

If it does, I shall step out of my customary  writing pyjamas, don a ‘back in the world of real people’ outfit, push the rods of the new ear rings through my pierced lobes and go out for a meal with my husband.

Breaking Bread Blog 2

It’s been my experience that writing a novel has to be a solitary occupation – away from all the distractions of one’s ordinary life. Especially if one is classified as a housewife ‘who plays about with her writing’, as more than one person has said in my hearing. Writing, when there is little possibility of being published, is somehow regarded as wasting time ‘when there are so many other worthwhile occupations you could (meaning should) be doing: volunteer work; charity work; looking after the grandchildren; cleaning, washing, shopping…’ The list is endless – and it’s true. Except for the worthwhile bit.

I believe writing to be a worthwhile occupation.

Although Breaking Bread may never be read by anyone other than a proof reader, a beta-reader, and an editor, writing crime fiction is far more than ‘playing about’. It’s like being on a solitary, dangerously exciting trek into both the frightening known and the terrifying unknown. It’s worthwhile because it stretches me intellectually, and encourages me to be observant, perceptive, receptive, open to new ideas, and to use all five senses. The last being essential when writing – well – anything.

Writing leads one towards the magical world of philosophy. A place where anything is possible.

I’ve discovered I’m not a pantser (auto-correct wanted to change pantser to panther – I’m neither) i.e., one who writes by the seat of their pants. I am definitely a plotter. I have no actual  gun-powder it’s only figurative – but as a plotter, I want to know who wants it, why they want it, where it is, how to access it, what to do with it,  and when it’s going to be used. Kipling’s six serving men serve me, too.

In these early days of planting ‘idea seeds’ and encouraging growth, I also need help in the form of mentors and tools. Below are links to those to whom I go/use most. Mentors first.

K. M. Weiland

Mary Carroll Moore


Scrivener (for Mac or PC)

Contour (for Mac or PC)