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Hipy Papy Bthuthdth Thuthda Bthuthdy

It was my birthday last week. (Happy Birthday? Why thank you.)

I had a stupidly lovely day hanging out with friends, eating my favourite things (sea-spiced aubergine: oh my nom), watching The Artist (which is as joyous and cheery and life-affirming to the creative soul as you might hope – and still is, even if it’s now won so many Oscars people have to pretend not to like it). Then I had a weekend of watching Wales stuff England in the rugby

Six Nations
Triple Crown. Get in!

and doing the auntie thing with beloved small people.

I did a smidgen of work too – poking through old synopses; giving this here website a new lick of paint. (You like orange, right?) Backtracking through the archives made me do that sit-back-and-look thing you’re probably required to do, when you have a birthday.

I have two new books coming out this year. Two more the year after that – and I’m tinkering with a pitch for a new series (shhh, not telling) and brimful of ideas for another teen/YA standalone. That sit-back-and-look made me think, about where I’ve been, and all the fiddly bits we don’t tend to talk about where life gets boringly horrible.

Quantum Leap
Theorising that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator – and vanished…

And… I’m really happy. Things mess up, I get stuff wrong and am wonky in multiple ways – there’s the fruit pastille addiction, and needing a haircut; I always join in the talky bit of the Quantum Leap theme tune; I use too many parentheses (and ellipses, and dashes, and semi-colons); I never answer letters and you don’t like my tie – but think that’s sort of meant, somehow. I am a fundamentally British human. I expect things to be a bit rubbish, and to be terribly stiff-upper-lipped and noble about it. But here I am, having the best life ever, doing the thing I’m meant to be doing.

(Disclaimer: Dear Editor, next time I have a big whinge about copy-edits or deadlines, please don’t send me a link to this post while cackling, k?)

I suppose what I mean is – to any hopeful aspiring writers out there, or hopeful aspiring whater-it-is-es – hang in there. Keep working. I finished my first book 11 years ago, and I’m still not JK Rowling and never will be – but I’m potching along doing my thing, writing stuff I’m proud of, which other people are going to get to read, and that’s completely spectacular.

It is very un-British of me to say so, but I hope your life is spectacular too.


If all that hasn’t made you want to vom, March 1st seems to be a very Susie-flavoured day. You can also find me at Girls Heart Books, talking about World Book Day costumes, and at Bookangel’s Booktopia picking a sort-of-Welsh-if-you-know-the-story Song of the Month for St David’s Day. Happy reading.

12 thoughts on “Hipy Papy Bthuthdth Thuthda Bthuthdy”

  1. Belated birthday greetings! I think we need to get over the very British thing about playing down happiness and success and ambition β€” this was a very hopeful and inspiring read. And I loved The Artist, too, however uncool that makes me. (The site looks great!)

    1. Thank you! And yes, I always want other people to get over it, but it does make me feel like a right berk. (I actually wrote this post on my proper birthday, then decided it was too full of despicable smuggery to post. Which it probably still is, but. *shrugs*)

  2. please write a sequel to serafina67? read that book years ago and it’s still one of my favorites. ❀

    1. Aw, thanks for commenting, Katie! I’m still so fond of that book, and it’s so cheering to know other people are too. No plans for a sequel right now, alas, but I’d never say never. πŸ˜€

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