A widgit. A launcher. A shortcut. Or in my ever-increasing technophobic mind – a doo daa.  I call it that mainly because I can never remember the technical name of whatever it is I am trying to decipher while my in-house geek has the audacity to hold down a job… more

After critiquing a story for another writer and having had the same done for me, it dawned on me that we all use different utensils to mark our opinions. Going back to my high school days, I used to wait for the RED PEN OF DOOM to show its ugly… more

I have bravely gone where a Sarah Broadley has never gone before – I have jumped into middle grade and left my fluffy picture books comforting themselves in the wake of my furious and deadly scribbling. I have started writing for bigger kids! Yes, they may well be taller than… more