Glasdrum: locations and memories

The locations of Glasdrum are close to my heart. As a child, whenever there was a hint of sun during the summer (rare on the west coast of Scotland) we went to Camusdarroch beach near Morar. The sea was cold but we swam, and there were sand dunes to play on. I often imagined what…

Glasdrum: Bones in the garden

One of the (many) previous title ideas for Glasdrum was Bones in the Garden – because two women discover a skeleton in the back garden in Chapter One. That scene is one of my earliest ‘seeds of a story’ ideas. I still had handwritten notes I’d made in 1993, when I was twenty-two, and spent…

Glasdrum: The Mist Murderer

Ben MacDui, Britain’s second highest peak, was shrouded in mist when my fourteen year old daughter and I set off to climb it. Neither of us were hill walkers – this was a new activity. We had been drifting apart, as mothers and teenage daughters do, and when we weren’t apart, we had been mostly…

A pitch of a day

I was excited and hopeful to be one of six authors picked to pitch my second novel to a panel of literary agents at the London Book Fair. It started badly. My flight was delayed by three hours (initially due to fog, then a medical emergency that required an ill passenger and his luggage to…

An insomniac writes

I’m going to be shattered later as I’m writing this at 7am having been awake since 2am. Insomnia is annoying but I decided a couple of years ago to make use of it. If I can’t get back to sleep in an hour, I get up and write. So today from 3am to 7am I…