HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a child I immersed myself in the fairytales of the Brothers Grimm. Alternately they fired my imagination and terrified me, good and evil and sometimes, worryingly, the good not always prevailing at the end of the story.
Here I am at 'boot camp' in North Yorkshire and I feel that I am living through one of those Grimm fairytales. I have been despatched to my room to do some writing. It is a beautiful room and I have a lovely desk and chair (even a comfy armchair which beckons most temptingly), but I feel like Rapuntzel locked in the castle, never to be seen again. Unfortunately I do not have miles of long hair to let down to be rescued by a passing Prince and in any case my Prince Charming has left me here and galloped off home to Scotland; left me at the writer's boot camp for a week. Now, I love my editor dearly, especially when she is 200 miles away. I was getting on quite nicely with 'Cafe Paradise - Book II', but then Christmas shopping started, followed by a whacking dose of flu, then Christmas and New Year. I emerged blinking into the sunlit uplands of 2014, groggy and bereft of a new idea in my head. Dear Reader, in my weak and feeble state I was taken advantage of and agreed to come to 'author's boot camp' to kick start the new year writing programme. So, this is the start of 'boot camp'. I am writing a blog to begin to unscramble my brain and get a bit of creativity going again. Hope it works. I've a feeling Ghengis, (our beloved editor by another name), won't let me out of this room unless and until I produce coherent text of some kind. So here it is. It's a start. Otherwise, I wonder how long it would take for my hair to grow long enough to let down? And will my Prince return soon? Watch this space...
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