Author: Jennie Ensor

A Londoner with Irish heritage, Jennie Ensor writes dark, emotionally-charged psychological suspense and thrillers as well as darkly comic fiction. She began her writing career as a journalist and loves to tackle controversial issues in her novels: Islamic terrorism, Russian gangsters and war crimes in her debut Blind Side (a thriller set in the year of London’s 2005 terror attacks), domestic abuse and sexual exploitation in her second, The Girl in His Eyes. Her third book is Not Having It All: a wickedly funny, feel-good novel about love, lies and middle-age. Her fourth – due out 7 December 2021 with Hobeck Books – is a crime thriller with a strong psychological element that ventures into the shadowy world of ultra-violent, teen-exploiting gangs and police corruption. Ms Ensor lives in north London with her husband and an Airedale terrier. She writes short stories and poetry as well as novels, some of which is published in UK and overseas journals; her poem ‘Lost Connection’ placed second in its category in the 2020 Fish Lockdown Prize. In her spare time (?) she reads widely, sings choral music and practices yoga. She is a fiendish walker and regularly cycles the punishing local hills. Evenings she can often be found collapsed in front of a TV crime drama with a bar of chocolate/glass of strong alcohol. Website and social media Author website: https://jennieensor.com Author Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/JennieEnsorAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jennieensor/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jennie_Ensor Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jennie-Ensor/e/B01IXCE0HU/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

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Disconnected: Notes from a small village in southwest France

November 21, 2015

Note: Owing to the chaos of my life recently, I’ve had to delay posting this. October 17, 2015 The only sounds are a fly batting against the window and radiators clicking. Church bells strike 10am, long and noisily. A gate creaks. Then, nothing. I crunch into my pain complet, breaking the silence. This is my … More Disconnected: Notes from a small village in southwest France

The Stuff of Life

October 20, 2015

The precariousness of life has been brought to my attention by recent events, which have put some of my minor everyday frustrations and dissatisfactions into perspective. (Typically, the dog demanding a walk or barking furiously at the incoming post while I’m trying to finish a tax return, poem, novel or whatever it might be.) First … More The Stuff of Life

The End of Authonomy

September 29, 2015

Well, on Sunday evening I finally bit the bullet and retired my Authonomy account, shedding a silent tear in the process. Henceforth, no more ‘blueheart’, my screen name for the past two years. (Thank goodness, I am a relative ‘newbie’ to this writing community without the crusty familiarity of those old-timers with 5 or 6 … More The End of Authonomy

Remembering 7/7

July 20, 2015

I felt I ought to do something to acknowledge the tenth anniversary of 7/7, given that I’m a Londoner and the events that July are a significant part of Ghosts of Chechnya. But what? Though I was in London on that day in July 2005, I wasn’t anywhere near where the bombs went off, nor … More Remembering 7/7

Deep, man…

July 10, 2015

That Hubble photo is amazing. I wonder what the non-humans on all the other planets think when they see eclipses and pictures of distant galaxies – and do they have as many views of it all as we lot do?

The Pressure of Time on the Modern Writer, or Where did all my time go?

July 5, 2015

Short answer: The Internet Long answer: Internet-overloaded brain susceptible to multiple distractions Back in the good old days when I was an unreconstructed technophobe, I would shut myself in my office after breakfast, refuse to answer the phone or open the front door, and linger blissfully on my novel-in-progress until I felt too hungry to … More The Pressure of Time on the Modern Writer, or Where did all my time go?

First Post Euphoria

May 29, 2015

After hours of faffing about and cursing WordPress’s elusive Happiness Engineers, I’ve finally worked out how to get my name as I want it out there into a URL without the ‘wordpress.com’ bit. My £22 upgrade has not been in vain 🙂 Now, the little matter of actually thinking of something of significance to say… … More First Post Euphoria