The Inkpen Authoress

I love finding pop-singers whose lyrics actually give you food for thought. Too often I can either not understand what they're sayin...

You've heard it said that comparison is the thief of joy. In many ways, I feel that I could look in the corners of the Antipodes and not...

I don't often make a sweeping blanket statement (or did I just make one?) but today I will. Every creative person, be they author, sing...

I'm in one of those in-between stages of novels where I dabble with a lot of ridiculous, tiny plots and see what fits best as the next O...

I am sitting tonight with a heart full of poetry and no words. Not terribly productive, perhaps, but beautiful. Deep thoughts have been sti...

It has always been a bit of a thistle-point with me that I do not play an instrument. Everyone else in my family does. Even Grace, at seve...

I was watching Miss Potter again last night. We've spoken of it before: of the fact that every time I watch this film, I come away insp...

And sometimes you sit down to write a blog post and end up with a shard of real-homesickness that takes the form of this: "Advent...

I haven't really given you a broad piece of Vivi & Farnham to digest since first announcing Anon, Sir, Anon . I suppose you will be ...