Treggiari

Here is a rendition of “The Scream” by my son Milo. He is enthralled with the painting and I’m not sure why but it seemed an apt illustration for the post. Notwithstanding fine writerly folk like Marshall Buckley (who is […]

This is how I feel today. Here are some visual aids to assist you. My Brain (well not actually mine but a comparable one, although I think mine might be larger and a lovely shade of pink). My Brain (after […]

Over at author Nova Ren Suma’s website she’s just written a post about that wonderful moment when the floodgates open and everything suddenly looks technicolor bright—even the slodgy mess (that would refer to my WIP, not hers) that is whatever […]

I write YA, but that doesn’t mean I try to replicate how teenagers talk. Somehow over the last twenty years or so, I have stopped being a teenager myself and become an old person. It is an eternal mystery to […]

Ok, I’m going to be simplistic here because I’m a simplistic sort of a gal…NOT (I was just being self-deprecating in a British sort of a way). However I do know that the way most people view brain function is […]

as writers do we enjoy lives filled with high dramatic moments and turgid action or a life of ease and peaceful contentment? do we invite tragedy and trauma into our lives- because, you know, it makes good fodder for our […]

I don’t make resolutions. I usually do my utmost to avoid the hoo ha that occurs on the last night of the year. No judgement but I’d rather curl up with a good book. I don’t live my life by […]

So I wanted to post some christmassy up here for my (quite possibly) final post of this glorious year. I asked my son to create something but unfortunately he would not cooperate. I find these 7 year olds don’t react […]