The ammonite pavement at Lyme Regis,

So sorry – haven’t blogged for ages. Have been trying to rewrite number 4 and it’s been like pulling teeth. Hopefully, I’m now nearing the finishing line. Then I can concentrate on The Big Project, as it’s known.

I’ve been busy being sociable too. I had a wonderful, if exhausting, day at the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s summer party. I travelled down with writing friends, Elizabeth Hanbury, Phillipa Ashley and Nell Dixon. We had a party on the train, much to the bemusement of the other passengers. Elizabeth produced all the makings of a lethally strong Pimms cocktail, complete with stirring sticks and fruit kebabs – never knowingly unprepared is our Liz. The RNA party itself was great. It’s only the second time I’ve been and this time I felt a little more comfortable, as I knew one or two people more.

I also organised a weekend in my beloved Lyme Regis, doing Jane Austen-y things and fossil hunting. I came away with an idea for a story …

The rest of my time is spent walking the dogs and trying to put order into the garden. I’ve discovered having dogs and trying to garden are mutually exclusive things. Sigh.

I’ve also discovered Susanna Kearsley, who writes time-slip, mystery romances. She reminds me so much of Mary Stewart, who I love. It’s great to find a new writer who sends you to bed early, just so you can read the next chapter or five.

Have you discovered any new writers lately? Share them here, or find me on twitter @georgiawrites

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Love,

Georgia x