Writers let’s connect!


I have no crafty WIPS just my writing but i thought i needed to blog as i don’t want to slip into not blogging when i don’t have much to say, thought i would post – BUT i know that some will see it as why post when you have nothing to say.. I like talking what can i say?

So this novel, i am calling it that for now as i still haven’t decided on a title. It’s taken over my life a little bit and i haven’t done any crafting, i can’t remember when the last time i practiced hand lettering or played with my water colours – Though i don’t think i feel guilty, i am enjoying my current writing process and so i want to get what i can done whilst my mind is focused.
That being said, writing is hard i knew that anyway but the fact i am being dead serious now is scary! I went from pancing my life away with random stories and words to actually sitting down and fully outling my novel. Which i have drafted over and over – I have written three chapters, printed them off and read them made some changes. Now i am ready to outline each chapter individually!

I bought some record cards or those things you read off when you are making a speech to do this and will have each chapter pinned up (somewhere) I also plan on doing this with my characters and a few reminds of the plot and description of the world/relationships etc etc.

Anyway, the real reason for me jumping on today is that well, my feed is full of craft blogs and photography which i LOVE LOVE LOVE and wouldn’t change who i follow for the world, i really want to connect and make friends with fellow writers – Maybe with similar taste, sci-fi, fantasy, thriller, YA etc.

If you are a writer – And by writer i mean WRITER you don’t have to be an author to write. Then drop me a hello in the comments, let’s connect. I am going to chill in bed later and scope out some writer/author blogs as well.
I have a Instagram that is separate from my craft page and you can follow that here >


Take care xo


Writing a novel: My personal journey so far

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This post is probably really easy to write but i guess a few months ago i wouldn’t even know where to start.

I will start right at the beginning, or well from the memories of me as a kid that aren’t blurry.
I have known that i should write, or be a writer, publish a book. As a child reading for me was an escape, like for all of us. We get lost in worlds that we kind of wish existed. I was actually lucky enough to live across the road from a small library that sat comfortably next to a huge green filed where i would play. I am sure my mum got me into reading, but i remember mostly my grandparents reading to me the most.
As a kid, i didn’t have a great deal of friends but the odd ones from around the streets to which i have some amazing memories. The three grand kids that often stayed with a neighbour a few doors up soon became best friends during the summer – Though as always, they grew up. I made different friends, and i never played with those boys who lived in my street anymore because they were the good kids and when i got a bit older i played with the mischievous kids. I do love to think about all the friends i had back then and wonder what they are doing and if they are successful and making something great of themselves. It also makes me really sad because i don’t have any real life friends anymore.

I spent a lot of time on my own in the library, in the kids section reading. I often read  this scientist book, i wish i knew what it was called but it wasn’t in my age rang but i was in love with the feel of the paper – The writing font and the wacky-ness of the cover. I actually remember me once asking the librarian, this was a few years after i had read it for a longggg time – I asked her i can’t find this book it was all sciencey lol, she actually found it.
Most of my reads were the naughtiest girl in school or anything that was fun. Sometimes i would sit on the bean bags with a pile of books just flicking through to look at the pictures. I was bored of children’s books and i wanted more. So i began to read on the other side of the children’s section which was older than me, and i was reading lots of different things. I remember once i sneaked into the big part of the library, as a kid it was known to me as the grown up section and i often got Catherine Cookson books on loan.

This was my life.

In the UK we have primary school, so up until 11/12 you are at this school before highschool. I think i was in year six, because it was when Richard Hillman was in Coronation street.
We had to all write a short shorty, i wrote a thriller actually based on this soaps character. I remember it being my own interpretation and the twist ended up being Richard Hillman, i got excellent marks. I think my mum sent it to my great auntie, who i believed still has it. I hope to one day maybe get it off her and copy it as i would love to read it.
I never got much recognition in school, not that i remember. I found it really hard to stand out because i remember being in a class with so many loud personalities and i knew deep down i had some kind of talent i just didn’t feel like shouting it from the rooftops. I didn’t like my year six teacher and i cried when i found it was her as she was also our year five teacher. I remember in year five that she would read us Harry Potter, and some of us had our own book to read along. My book got stolen and i was really upset, i knew who it was but nobody did anything about it. It wasn’t until the boy who stole it returned it and said sorry, i opened it up and he had scribbled all over it inside.
I remember being the target for stuff like this too often, and it didn’t stop in highschool. I thought it would of because they were a bunch of new faces.


The older i got, the less i wrote or read. I would read a few books a year because i was too involved in surviving highschool, or trying to have fun. My collection of books didn’t exist like they did when i was a kid. I spent three years in highschool, then i quit. The bullying i couldn’t cope with it – But i do remember somewhere in those years i wrote a script for a horror film and got my teacher to look over it.
I will never forget Sally Field, she knew about my bullying, she saw my potential in writing she encouraged me – I loved her for that. She even drove me home sometimes.
Sadly a few years ago she passed away, but a few months before that we met again and i told her i was writing again she seemed so happy. I had hoped we got chance to connect more as she was a religious woman and i admired her strength because she also got bullied at school, by kids, teachers. She was like me, unheard.
I think she had a heart attack and spent a lot of years recovering but when i met it her she looked so healthy, so happy and we friended eachother on FB. I noticed her writing involvement and the work she did in the church community, she also had her own little radio chat show thing.
What i remember most is her love for the book Wuthering Heights, she would often burst into the classroom and sing Kate Bush’s song.
I often think about her, i often cry. She was so special, she was my light when i felt alone in a dark world. I never really got to tell her that.

As i got older, i wrote in note books or on the computer. I often entered writing competitions or  kept the writing for myself, i didn’t quite have the confidence to show anyone and i didn’t tell anyone i secretly wanted to write a novel.
I had so many ideas for romances, comedy, thrillers – All started but never finished. I think most of that work is gone now, i don’t think cloud or one storage existed.
I felt kind of embarrassed to admit i wanted to write a novel, it wasn’t really a thing. I can’t quite explain it – Where i lived, well should i say the lifestyle etc wasn’t full of artsy people etc. I lived/ live in a place where people work for nothing, some areas are deprived. Back then, it wasn’t as bad as it is now. I think this was my excuse, but the truth is because i didn’t finish high school and go onto college – I felt dumb, not good enough to write but no matter how many years of working crap jobs, partying with ‘friends’ – Being a published author was clawing at my brain, these little people telling me to write wouldn’t leave me alone.

My mum encouraged when she thought necessary, i think because i had so many ideas and things i started and quit it was tiring for her to keep on pushing me.
It wasn’t until my grandad died in 2008 that i felt a completely unsure about everything, this was when i was coming to terms slowly with depression and my anxiety. Something that has been with me since highschool, but i never felt the wrath of it until my mum met a guy, a guy that was abusive.

All the things i have done in life, good and bad – Situations i’ve been involved in never got me to pick up a pen and paper. One reason being, i was too busy surviving life or just trying to figure shit out, second reason i was again scared to write.
What if i wrote nobody liked it? Which was the feeling i got quite often when i didn’t hear anything back from all these writing competitions i would enter.

As the years went on, i would write and write and delete and delete. Files sitting staring at me, book ideas whirling around in my mind and i would say to myself ‘fuck it’ lets do this – Today i am going to start writing a novel. Which lasted about two days, then i lost the heart.
I remember writing half of a novel by hand, pencil actually in a huge notebook. It wasn’t until i read it back and realised how shit it sounded i just stopped. The thing is, i actually still have that.

I grew a little more confident with my writing, because i started to write short stories as too often an idea would pop into my head and i needed to get it out, this really did boost me up and this went on for a long time – Actually it still goes on, i love writing short because one of those little moments of randomness is actually something to do with my book.
I remember sharing a piece of fun writing i had written, it was to be entered into a competition and i sent it my mum, who then showed my auntie. They both seemed to like it. Though i read it back and i feel a bit embarrassed. I titled it ‘The change’

The Change – written 1/05/2015


Dawn was getting tired of her husband. Not just one specific thing but every little stinking movement he made.
The way he sat in his boxers watching tv in the morning letting everything hang out, the stench that came out of the other end every time he lifted his leg up to let one rip. Even the way he ate his food, she wanted to stab him in the head with a fork. Enough was enough!

”You slurp that cup of tea one more time Charlie and I will cut off your lips!”

”Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning darling?”

”No I did not, I am sick to the back teeth of you and your disgusting habits.”

”Can you find me a shirt to wear for today, I want too look nice for lunch at the Golf Club.”

”Shut up Charlie, you make me so mad. I am not a slave!”

”Oh no…Dawn.”

”For God sake, what?”

”You’ve started the menopause haven’t you? Damn it, I knew this day was coming you haven’t made a decent meal for months. I should of spotted the signs dear.”

”I am not on the change you bone idle twit… Go and find a shirt yourself.”

Dawn stormed off into the kitchen. If only she had a plan to make him disappear, maybe rat poison in his dinner? An accidental push down the stairs. She had an idea.

”Sweetie, how about I made you a nice boxed lunch whilst your playing golf, nothing beats my BLT sandwiches.”

”What a nice idea, is this your way of apologising? The BLT sounds great, throw in something extra on it as well. Make it one of your specials.”

”Oh I will don’t worry about that. Just need to head into the garden, my flowers need a water.”

She smiled so lovingly and headed outside. Such a beautiful spring day, the birds were about and the air smelt like flowers. Dawn loved her garden, she had some good afternoons showing it off to her friends when she hosted tea and biscuit afternoons.
As she headed towards the far end where the soil bed was a little more damper, she picked up her hand trowel that was left lying near by and began to dig. It didn’t take long until she came across a couple of worms, fantastic she thought.

After spending the morning watering flowers and then preparing Charlie’s lunch, she got rather excited at the thought of him leaving for the day.
Maybe she will pop round to Joanne’s for a chat, the day was hers.
”Here you go darling, I hope you enjoy your lunch. It’s a pretty random sandwich I must say, has all your favourites on it.”

”Thank you Dawn, you do know how to look after me, I will be back in time for dinner. Maybe you can do a fish dish this evening?”

”Of course, will anyone from the golf club be joining?”

”More than likely it will be Tom, you know he hates to go home.”

”I will make plenty then, have a great day dear.”

They kissed each other goodbye and Dawn felt immediate peace.

As Charlie sat at a picnic table with his fellow golfers he couldn’t wait to eat his lunch. He knew Dawn was such a sandwich artist, he loved everything, because she always used fresh and organic ingredients.
He opened up his sandwich box and took a quick look to see what she had put together.
Too his shock it wasn’t to his expectations. Bacon, lettuce, ham and a rather lovely looking dead worm.
Charlie laughed to himself and threw the worm on the floor.
Tom, his friend noticed him smiling.

”Something funny chap?”

”Oh, sorry Tom. Just the wife, I think the menopause has begun.”

”Charlie, that’s not something to laugh about, your life is going to be hell from now on.”

Charlie let out a laugh again.

”I think my life is most definitely going to get interesting that’s for sure.”

It was that day, that moment i knew i wanted to write but sadly i didn’t have the balls back then. I tried a lot of things, all which i have and will look at one day and perhaps they will make a story. One was a story about a married couple who suffered the loss of a baby. On the night of her finding her baby had died, her husband was out planning to leave his wife for another woman. To which he did, and left her alone to deal with the grief.
I think it made for a good story and i was about to get myself educated on all aspects of losing a baby and i would upload each part on Wattpad. I couldn’t cope with the shit writing so i deleted it.

In 2017 i lost my job, and started a blog. This opened so many doors for me to show off my writing. Whether or not people actually do read, because lets face it WordPress is riddled with the ‘instant likers’ – I didn’t intend on sharing my writing on this blog, but i felt so much confidence and started to make friends i thought what have i got to lose?
I have also never been in the presence of writers, i am pretty much a lone wolf when it comes to my writing and i do find it hard to communicate with others because i am less educated, i don’t really know anything about the life of an author, publishing world etc you get my  drift. So for me, sharing on here is a huge deal because the world can see it, the world can judge you. That’s something i am still coping with. But this blog was a life saver – Because i would be still sitting here allowing those little voices telling me to write and id be doing my hardest to fight them off.

Now, it’s 2018 – I am 27 and not getting any younger. Which also plays a HUGE part in why i am writing a novel. When i hit this age, i will admit a huge depression came over me – Some people say oh you are still young but i say i am not. I look at ‘friends’ (social media friends now) or others of my ages, the ones even younger and what they have achieved. That freaked me out, it scared me and instead of sitting up and doing something about it i spent most of last winter depressed and lost, not knowing what to do – BUT i did know what to do and that was to write.

I had this idea of a novel, i called it ‘Give me back my flowers’ Its a funny romance romcom kinda story, which at the moment is on the back burner because i feel as though it’s not powerful enough for me to want to pursue. My mind, my focus is not something happy and flowery, i have a lot of emotion inside of me that is perfect for the TWO books i have started to write.

Alena being my first, which is a fantasy. One that i have left alone because i want to allow the chapters i have written simmer and then i can look at them with a different frame of mind. Because, use writers we like to change ALOT.

My second novel is a sci-fi thriller, I don’t have a title for this yet but this came to me in a dream. I wrote a few short snippets of it and i realised this is book worthy. So i replayed what i could remember of my dream over and over and wrote what i could down, which then turned into me outlining it and yup i am now writing.

I hope to have my first draft done in a few months, because i am still unemployed. I think that will change once i get a job, so i am cramming in as much writing as i can before i don’t get to do it as much – I have faith i will get a job, i can’t stand working in this shit – But this book, this idea i have never felt so much fire in me for a long time. Its meant to be and whilst i am poor living off cheap food, writing this book is something that i must do. I want this to be my career, my life.

I said to myself over the years, it’s now or never. Do it, go on. But i never did, and the more we put off doing something the more chance we will be sitting in a rocking chair regretting ever minute.
I am scared i will fail, i am scared my writing is crap but i need to do it. YOU have to be accountable for the shit you do and don’t do.
Why didn’t i do this a long time ago? Because i am weak. I have put off things that i shouldn’t of, i will say hands up in the air that i have quit a lot of things because i get too scared, scared of the challenge and work i have to put in. Because, again if i fail what would of been the point?
This time, if i fail then i will be happy enough and proud enough to say you know what – See that book, the one with the cover and my name? I did that!

I have had so many dreams, and they have been dreams to fill in the gaps of something i feel i am missing. You know what it was? I was avoiding my purpose, i was purposely finding all these new things and business ventures to do, and making silly choices to avoid writing. They were fake dreams.

So here i am today, writing. Blogging, making friends online, and rambling. I think connecting with God has helped me a lot so i would like to thank him and the universe for pulling me up all of the years.


Bye bye Twinklehook….Madness Monday


K so i admit that is a bit click baity LOL – Well no because Twinklehook is going to be going but don’t worry the blog is staying!

I started my blogging adventure last year with the mindset that i would only ever blog crochet – I then tried my hand at selling my craft and becoming some kind of super woman business owner but it wasn’t for me. So i stopped.
I continued the Twinklehook name because it was my first proper branded name and most of my names on social media are Twinklehook.

I’ve done some thinking real hard thinking and i cant shout from the roof tops enough to tell you that writing, being a published author is my dream. It’s more of a dream than crafting, blogging or selling crochet these are all just ideas and lower class kinda dreams – Shit to fill in the blanks with.

So, the end of April my domain name is due to be renewed and as much as i want to keep it at twinklehook i am retiring it to something more professional… Can we see where this going?
I want to be branded as an author and then a lil bit of crafting on the side 😉
So in order for me to be taken seriously (i think) i need to approach this in a way i see authors on social media etc.
The blog is going to stay the same but i will be moving around categories and making it more professionally organised for my taste.

HOWEVER – I am keeping my Twinklehook logo for my crafts, so my logo for my crafts will also be that because i think its beautifully made and i want my writing and other hobbies/crafts to be two different things completely

Why not just make another blog? Social media accounts? I would but do you know how hard it is to keep up with blogging, writing, crafting, posting on social media, learning new stuff, living life. YUP so can you imagine adding another blog to maintain!? (well actually i am setting up a author instagram)
I know a lot of people do that but i don’t want to extend my home…

What to expect then. K so here is the stuff you might see, my social media. Twitter and Instagram – I am keeping my instagram, but i will be creating another account for just my writing/author community. So i can solely keep my life/writing etc on that. With twinklehooks domain kinda going, i don’t want to give up its brand on social media incase someone snags it LOL but i need to define myself in the author community and start to get my writing recognised etc.

Blog will be a boring domain, it will probably just be a wordpress one from the end of April until i can think of one but it will more likely to actually be my name.
I will post the same stuff, but any writing will be dedicated on one specific day so i can keep that schedule going.

My headers on the blog will change and my logo will only feature on my crafty posts.

It’s not that bad right? I am still here, posting – The content isn’t changing, i am not changing just a few words 🙂

I am going to pay attention to my Youtube channel and try and emerge myself in the author/book community. I will work on this at some point but i am planning on doing one video blog a week so it captures my writing, my processes and just a chit chat i guess on my progress.

I hope you all can understand! & i am looking forward to embarking on my writing journey.

I am constantly trying to figure my life out and changing things to make me feel better or fill a hole, and the only hold i have had is me not pursuing my writing sooner. It’s time guys, it’s now or never!

Oh by the way – The book i started to write is on vacation right now and the short story i posted a few days back, has turned into a full blown outline and i am writing that.

Title will be coming soon!


A photo shoot with my cat

Hey guys, just a little bit of a happy post lol. I love taking pictures of my cat i think he’s the cutest lil guy ever and he really knows how to work the camera for me.

I got out my Nikon on bank holiday Monday and basically shot some pictures! They aren’t the best because the first lot he was so annoying and i didn’t end up with many. The second scene in the tunnel was my favourite as he moved his head to the left right up etc lol – The random ones of him on my bed at the end are not part of the photo shoot. More like the after party at night, as i was in the living room eating my dinner and i came in the bedroom to relax with my laptop and he had stolen the side i like to relax on – Had to take some of him but i didn’t get super cute ones of him as i was too busy giving him attention and kisses for those.

I hope you like these random pictures, Roman may i add was a little bit of a diva today!

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DIY | Small photo studio for less than £20

Taking professional photographs of our food, crafts, or anything we want to blog and share on social media is important. Why? Because if we are buying, we expect the photos to look clear, and honest to the description, not grainy and in bad lighting.
This SO important if you want to stand out on platforms like Etsy – I mean we all wish that social media marketing and promotion didn’t exist but it does and you need to show off pretty things clear, crisp and in a CLEAN background.

What if you are strapped for cash? Like most people starting out in either selling, (or photography) you want to have a professional look. – Nine times out of ten, you will assume you need to have ALOT of money to invest in the best. The best does not always mean the most popular brand or the most expensive.  Want to know what i did? Keep reading.

So i went to my local DIY store, and i bought TWO shelves. Each for £6 which makes a grand total of £12 – They both measure at 28 by 15 inches which is perfect for smaller photography.
I also got a three pack of masking tape from the pound shop.
Now the choice of wood will depends, you can go for something thinner like backing board or plywood but i found that the two plain white shelves had a nice thickness and felt more sturdy. – Which they will more likely to last longer if you move them about a lot etc. I also liked them as they are EASY TO CLEAN – They are basically a shelf for a cupboard so a warm cloth with soap will wipe away any dirt or marks with ease.

I literally placed one flat on my table and the other behind pushed against the wall. This worked for me, they felt sturdy and i wasn’t worried about that as i wouldn’t be taking photos of anything that moved. If you have children or pets, you might want to attach one to the wall so it doesn’t fall – Safety and all that.

Now because they are white, you can use this plain white surface as your back drop, which is PERFECT for a crisp clean photo. But Rebecca what if i want a fancy back ground and i don’t want to make my bank cry.  WELL I GOT YOU COVERED!!




So you want to make your stuff look pretty like these photos?


Whilst i was in my DIY store today, me and my mother proceeded to the wallpaper section. Where each style and roll of wall paper had a roll open and ready to take samples.
That’s what i did – I aren’t even joking. I ripped about a meter off each one i liked and dropped them into my trolley. I got a few wood effect wall papers and some delicate pretty ones.
If you are using pro lighting, then remember to play with your settings on your phone or camera as some wall papers might have shine.
The staff don’t mind you taking samples, and you don’t have to ask them to do it for you as a roll is on display – WINNER!
If you want to use them as a back drop, then attach them with some tack or masking tape.  I will cut them to the size of my boards, so it’s easier to stick on and less bulky to store but with plenty left over i can use the rest for other back drops.

The other option is sticky back plastic, which a smaller roll costs around £6 and by the time you get lots of options your racking up a bill!
So the next time i am near a DIY store, i am making sure i check out the wall paper section.


All the photos i took today was using natural daylight at around 3:00PM which because of the time my photos might look a little cool – I know it’s not always possible to get good lighting but if you can, take advantage of that at its peaker times. If you do struggle with it in your home, and if the weather is okay – GO OUTSIDE!
I do have a studio light kit which i was fortunate enough to get when i wasn’t such a poor soul – but honestly. I rarely use it, because daylight is FREE and much more nicer 🙂
If you do take photos of smaller items then i went on Amazon for you guys, and if the budget can stretch they sell these little LED lights. Click to view them.

(BUT if you want to save even more money, just get some cheap table lamps and LED daylight light bulbs – Make sure your lighting is daylight bulbs as that is what you are replicating.)



Honestly guys, i am a firm believer in making anything happen from the things you have or can get for less LOL –

So what did we spend today? 

White boards x2 – Total = £12
Wall paper back drops = £0
Lighting – Daylight = £0 
That’s it folks, this is my new mini photo studio. Small, cheap, easy to put away without cluttering your life up. – I hope you take advantage of those wall paper samples though!

That’s all for now, take care


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