Author Archives: Helen Jones

A Wild Ride

I tried this whole planning thing. Honestly, I really did. I spent ages making little chart-y things and tables, planning my blog posts and work weeks and monthly goals. I tried writing out chapter lists and character arcs and tying them all together into some sort of marvellous grid that would become a whole bigContinue reading “A Wild Ride”

A Thousand Rooms Author Interview

If you’re a regular reader of this blog you may be aware that I recently published my fourth novel, A Thousand Rooms. Shortly after I published it I was contacted by author Margarita Morris, who had read and reviewed the book, describing it as ‘sharp, funny and poignant,’ and ‘a joy to read.’ Wow. ThankContinue reading “A Thousand Rooms Author Interview”

Thursday Doors – Red, Pink And Tangled

These two rather fetching doors live in the old part of town, where buildings stretch back in time to the sixteenth century. I would imagine the houses they belong to are not much younger than that, despite their more modern Georgian frontages. I also imagine that the residents must have other ways of getting inContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Red, Pink And Tangled”

Wednesday Wander – Koalas Koala-ing

I woke up today and felt the need for some cuteness in my life, so for this week’s Wednesday Wander I’ve decided to share some photos of koalas. As you might have guessed, that means we’ve wandered to Australia – the first two pictures were taken at the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary in Queensland, and theContinue reading “Wednesday Wander – Koalas Koala-ing”

How Does Your NaNo Grow?

It’s the first week of November and, for many of you out there, it’s also the first week of this year’s NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. (For those of you who don’t know, November is the month when writers around the world challenge themselves to write 50,000 words, or the best part of aContinue reading “How Does Your NaNo Grow?”

Funny Little Bird Stone

I live in a landscape made of flint and chalk, tumbled like the bones of the earth within dark soil. Huge knobbly flints show up in walls from the smallest cottage to the largest cathedral, builders making use of what they had to hand. They lie in garden beds too, clogged with soil, strange shapesContinue reading “Funny Little Bird Stone”