My week away from civilisation, in which I sought inspiration and found only a long, deep silence

This August I set off alone to the house in the mountains of south-west France that my husband and I visit intermittently. I was hoping to write copiously and come up with reams of ideas for novel 4 (novel 2 is now finished and novel 3 is awaiting a final edit). A week without a dog to walk or a … More My week away from civilisation, in which I sought inspiration and found only a long, deep silence

Disconnected: Notes from a small village in southwest France

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