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    Tuesday, 17 November 2015

    b2ap3_thumbnail_441px-Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpgPhoto courtesy of Luc Viatour / www.Lucnix.be Writers learn to work on more than one level. At the same time we’re writing, we’re also reading – we’re both creating and reacting. While my mind keeps track of the story and the character’s progress th
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    Monday, 13 July 2015

    b2ap3_thumbnail_2014-06-07-09.25.22.jpg  A novel is a work of sympathetic imagination. To achieve that, we need to allow ourselves to sink into our characters, share their heads and eyes, delve their feelings, and find their truest words. When Olive’s husband observes her alone
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    Thursday, 04 June 2015

    My blog, Connecting through Story, is for writers and readers both. I can't separate the two. Growing up, I was the kind of kid who wrote in the attic and read in a hollowed-out hedge. The characters in books were as alive to me as my own –they'd hav

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