Wednesday, 15 October 2014

My name is Gracie Malling and I am a spanking novel addict

It started with a kindle.

It was a present. An unwanted present, to be honest. Last summer. For my 28th birthday.

I had always been resistant to kindles. Because, y'know, I love books. Real books. I love the feel and the smell of them. I love the look of them, all mismatched and crinkled lined up in crooked rows on my bookcase. I love enraging Mr M by turning over the corners of pages rather than using a bookmark...

So this kindle is presented to me and I smile and say 'thanks so much' because that's just the nice kind of person I am but I absolutely, positively have *no intention* of actually paying to download anything.

Monday, 22 September 2014

I wrote a book!

A whole book. With a beginning, a middle, an end and everything!

Just to put this momentous occasion into context: I have wanted to write a book since I was about eight years old. That was - not to put too fine a point on it - a really long time ago. The ensuing 20-odd years have consisted of starting about a million books but never finishing any of them.

I don't suffer with writer's block so much as 'writer's over-active imagination'. Inevitably, halfway through one book, I would get an amazing idea for another and just have to start it right away. And then this pattern pretty much repeated itself over and over and over for years...