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About Laurie

I began planning my escape almost before I could read…

I was a demob baby, conceived when my Dad came home from WW2, and I grew up in Leicester, England’s geographical equivalent of North Platte, Nebraska. I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to get closer to the sea and I’ve finally made it, to lovely Dalkey on Dublin Bay.

About the Book

Lizzie Partridge, heroine of Perfect Meringues, returns to the fray. She’s survived single parenthood and the moonscape of mid-life dating. She’s weathered career flop and the relentlessly passing years. So now what?

Latest Blog Posts

No Hiding Place

No Hiding Place

Today I'm going hunting, but not over hill and dale. The last time I was aboard a horse I was swiftly unseated and I can take a hint. The book is almost finished and I now have to face reading it, from the beginning and quietly putting to death its...
How Not to Write a Book

How Not to Write a Book

  Today, thanks to the dirty tricks of my computer, I lost  -  not once but TWICE  -  my morning's work. The first time my laptop did a sudden, spontaneous, ready-or-not reboot without having the courtesy to auto-save my 500 words.  So I rewrote them. Perhaps they were even slightly...
Poolside Inspiration

Poolside Inspiration

At last the Perfect Meringues sequel has a title. My editor, who had rejected every brilliant suggestion we offered her, went away on holiday and while the gears of her mind were disengaged came up with Anyone for Seconds? Which gives us a nod towards Lizzie's former incarnation as a TV cook and...
Words, Words, Words

Words, Words, Words

I sometimes think we anglophones don't appreciate what a rich and wonderful language we use. We may not have thirty different words for snow but hey, why give the rail networks another twenty nine reasons for torturing us? I love to learn any new word and this week's treasure is...
A Recommendation

A Recommendation

I'm working flat out with the hot breath of the deadline hounds on my neck so I have little of interest for a blog post. Got up, wrote 800 words, deleted 250 of them, went to bed. That kind of thing. But I've also been travelling a bit, an indulgence...
A Pea Pod Moment

A Pea Pod Moment

Marcel Proust had his madeleine crumbled in hot tea. Yesterday I had a moment too, because the supermarket had peas, actual peas in their pods. I brought a bag home, though it was lighter when I arrived because I sneaked a few while waiting for my train. Peas in their...
Donning My Battle Pinny

Donning My Battle Pinny

Thank you, dear readers, for your title suggestions. Some of you went to a great deal of trouble and I make special mention of Signor Uccello for Fifty Shades of Grey Mullet. Totally unusable of course but it did brighten a wet Monday morning. I now feel vindicated in my...
Back Between the Traces

Back Between the Traces

Plans A, B and Z accomplished, I'm back between the traces hauling behind me one very delayed novel. I really have to get on with it now, not least because I have a million ideas about what I want to write next. Well, a couple of ideas at any rate....
Still Standing

Still Standing

Thank you, dear readers for your kind messages. It's been a tough couple of weeks but I'm still standing. Plans A and B have now metamorphosed into Plan C, starting Monday:  dog-walking in Wiltshire, followed by a few days grannying, and then rounding off in London with a spot of...
A Short Intermission

A Short Intermission

Only four sleeps till pub day for which I great plans  -  watch this space, patiently please  -  but Fate had something else in mind. This week my beloved husband will be going to live in a nursing home so my time is divided between packing, weeping and giving myself...

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