I happened upon Alison Jameson’s novel This family of things towards the end of April on Twitter. It must have been the feathers on its striking cover which caught my eye and once I’d read the blurb, I was left in no doubt. This was a book written for me. On his way back up from the yard Bird had…
I’m excited to be helping to spread the word about a terrific free mentoring initiative run for women by women which launches today: The WoMentoring Project. What’s it all about? The WoMentoring Project exists to offer free mentoring by professional literary women to up and coming female writers who would otherwise find it difficult to access similar opportunities. Each mentor…
Welcome to the Wales Blog Party! Thanks for stopping by here at The Nut Press. Help yourself to some of my dragon cupcakes and a drink. I’ve got some Brains S.A. or some Brecon Carreg mineral water, if you’re operating heavy machinery – like a Windows box 😉 So hey, I’m Kath and I’m a writer and blogger living and…
The Nut Press celebrated its first Blogiversary today. On 6th October 2009, I wrote my first tentative post about Hilary Mantel’s Man Booker Prize win and ventured out into the blogosphere. Here’s my year in nuts… Mighty Oaks from Little Acorns Grow. Each and every blog started with just one post and no followers. I didn’t worry about how much – or…
And I’m on it! I can’t quite believe it but I’m very happy. Especially as I’ve been longlisted in the ‘Best Writing On A Blog’ category. Thank you so much if you nominated The Nut Press. Equally as exciting is the fact that a lot of people I know, either through Twitter, blogging, IRL or a combination of those, are also…
The Nut Press is at a BBQ Blog Party this Labor Day Weekend (it’s a holiday in the US, hence the spelling!) If you’re dropping by, hello there! Squizzey and I baked some peanut cookies and a coffee and walnut cake (okay, so we bought the cake but we did actually make the cookies with our own fair paws) and…
It’s officially the Longest Day today. Which means you can moan about the fact it feels like it with justification, if you’re so inclined. Midsummer’s Day, or the Summer Solstice.
When I lived in London for three years back in the late 90s, I reached a point where I spent most weekends trying to leave it.