Category Archives: Quills

For those of us who like to write as well as read…

Here We Go A-Bloomsburying

My dearest friend recently moved to Paris. To the heart of the Marais neighbourhood, no less, where, across a cobblestoned courtyard and up six flights of steep, winding stairs, he occupies a charming, light-filled flat, all honey-coloured wood floors and … Continue reading

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First Time Blurbs and Pitches

Ever since I finished my novel, a few weeks ago, I have been mulling over what I should do next. The task of finding an agent willing to represent me (never mind actually landing a book deal!) is rather daunting. … Continue reading

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V For Victory!!

Relevant: the first 0:44 seconds. (The rest is just for fun!) © Florence Berlioz 2015

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Letters from Far and Near

It is my considered opinion that nature intended man to hibernate throughout the months of January and February, only awakening around the ides of March, when spring sunshine sets the raindrops sparkling and everything is young and fresh and green … Continue reading

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Literary Notecards

It has been many moons since I last posted anything here. It’s not so much that I don’t want to, as that I don’t seem able to, somehow. Which doesn’t mean that I haven’t been reading. I have a pile … Continue reading

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Of Shoes, and Ships, and Sealing Wax, Of Cabbages, and Kings

I am supposed to be saving up for my trip to Italy this July. Ha ha, isn’t that a joke! There I was yesterday, minding my own business, reading Lytton Strachey’s Biographical Essays and finishing up my lunch, when I … Continue reading

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Typewriter Fever

Saturday 1st March. Eleven thirty on a bright, chilly morning, in one of the seedier suburbs of Paris. Peeling billboards, a graffitied bus shelter, and massive façades of dismal grey concrete. A car parked on the curb, the open trunk … Continue reading

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