Just back from two weeks in the South of France. The trip was the usual writer’s mix of research (for my Burning Chambers Trilogy), family holiday and a change of writing scene (to help me finish the first draft of a new play, The Old Timers). For many of us, this abandoning one desk to set up in another place – one far from home, where the phone isn’t always ringing, where there aren’t emails to answer, where you don’t have any domestic responsibilities – is a key part of either kick-starting a new project or to help with that final push at the end of another. The Cote d’Azur and Nice were fascinating, multi-layered city, but the trips out to Vence, Grasse and St Paul de Vence were the highlights. Lavender, sun, Provencal rather than Languedocien walled cities, all perfect for inspiration. It did remind me, though, how much I miss Carcassonne. In the end, writing begins and ends there …..
This week, back into a summer of festivals. I’m at Latitude – my first time ever – on Sunday, talking to Professor John Mullan and Richard Curtis about weddings good and bad in books and films, then at the Oldie Literary Lunch at the Buxton Festival the following week. Hope to see some of you at either of these, or other events during the summer. All details on the Events section.
I’ll leave you with a shot of an amazing confisserie in Nice. Can you see the link with The Taxidermist’s Daughter? All those birds, though of the sugar not feathered variety.