I am a ‘perfume-person’. I have always loved wearing perfume and I have always tended to find a perfume I really like and then wear it for years. This was the case with Mary Quant’s Havoc, which I wore all through my teens and early twenties, until they discontinued it. I also wore Lancome’s Poeme for a long, long time, until I tired of it and it became hard to find as it is being discontinued, too. So, I’ve been on a quest to find something I like. Today I took myself off to Lakeside – Why???? Half of Essex … Read the rest »
Today has been a very productive day.
I’ve just spent over two hours with Nick Campbell working on the script and sorting out production details for the staging of Singles’ Holiday; the first full-length production by the Actors’ Factory.
This is something new for me, as What’s Eating Me and Sweet Lady were plays that became books. My second novel is about to become a play, doing things the other way round. It’s all very exciting and I can’t wait for the script to be completed and the auditions to start and very satisfying, too.
I’m writing this with one … Read the rest »
Yesterday I opened my monthly e-mail from Amazon and screamed out loud.
In the last month the kindle sales of my books – What’s Eating Me, Singles’ Holiday and Sweet Lady – were FOUR TIMES my previous best! I was – and still am – ecstatic.
Okay – I’ve got a long way to go before I’m in the same earning bracket as JK Rowling. But the first step on the road and all that. And it’s really spurred me on to get on with Singles in India (although today’s been taken up with things other than writing).
People I … Read the rest »
I’ve never really liked February. January you expect to be long and dark after the Christmas and New Year celebrations. But February, although it leads us a bit further along the path to Spring, has little to recommend it. Damp, dark, depressing.
And this year I seem to have the February Blues worse than ever. Over the last two weeks, I’ve only managed to move Singles in India along by seven pages. Yes, dear Reader, seven pages. It pains me to admit that. I’d written loads but then re-read it and started to edit what I’d written and now I’ve … Read the rest »
More than a week of 2013 has gone by already. Yet why do I feel as if the world’s moving backwards instead of forwards? It’s as if we’ve gone back beyond the Dark Ages; as if we’re in the year 1013. Belfast is ablaze night after night because two branches of the same religion can’t agree about a flag. I know that’s perhaps over-simplifying and that there are history and politics in play here and not just religion but as someone who’s spiritual but not religious I can’t understand this for the life of me.
Neither can I understand the … Read the rest »
Well, I know it’s been a while. You all know that I don’t blog every day, only when I’ve got something to say and it’s not that I haven’t had anything to say for the last twelve days, but rather that I just couldn’t face the barrage of spam messages that came to www.elainespires.co.uk every time I wrote a blog post. One morning there were fifty-three – yes, that’s FIFTY-THREE!!!! – that had dropped in overnight. All claiming to have read my blog and “loved it, babe!” or “you make very valid points” or even “your arguementations are … Read the rest »
Well, I’ve been back for almost a week, well. five days. Five frantic, freezing days. From 30C to 3C. Bbrrrrr!
Still, my attitude to trips and holidays has become ‘think not with sadness that it is no more, but with gladness that it was’. And I had a lovely time.
One of the things two long-haul flights and time to myself (sort of!) allowed me to do was catch up on my reading. I read a couple of great books, a couple of mediocre ones and one that I didn’t enjoy at all. But one thing that jumped out and … Read the rest »
That, is a huge sigh of relief. My latest book has now been published.
Each book is something special and unique to its writer. To me it’s my child, who I want looking her best before she goes out; I don’t want any criticism of her, just for people to approve of her. And because i want them to enjoy the book I go over and over it, tweaking here and there, changing one word, sometimes a whole sentence, sometimes raising an eyebrow at what I’d written in the first place. She is also my employee. Each novel “works” … Read the rest »