Barbara Silkstone and I met some time ago. In fact this brightly facted gem of a writer from Florida has been a guest in my Big Red Chair. You would never credit that after the experiences she had, a smile, let alone belly laughs would still feature large in her life. Barb is an Indie Chick par excellence. Read on and see if you agree…
I’ve been formatting for Kindle, preparing for print, writing a new story, researching… so much work and the thing is, at the same time, I have been aching. In the neck, shoulder, up over the back of the head. I have been kayaking recently and I thought I had torn a muscle. I’ve not kayaked for ages and am desperately unfit in all the required places.
By some strange chance I was sent an email the other day which was semi-spam, but the article was terrific. Writers’ spaces. Now the ones they showed were quite simply wonderful. Inspirational. The source of great literature. And I wondered why I couldn’t have such a space… a cottage on a deserted estate on a distant island. And if I did, would my writing actually be any better?
