<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2026 00:39:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Doing the Compossible</title><description></description><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-8105627324861489242</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-08T18:44:44.719-07:00</atom:updated><title>Blogging again</title><atom:summary type="text">New look, new blogging, at the imaginatively titled Emily Gale.</atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzH96IrnSRrxsCX_lMJOJJIHP-ZiPXkAifKAao9qmNS0UnltwlvS-ZH53uhiP_5f-o1s597CYXEIGBl2ivWUKP-X2aOZHsX4zUxsLI-mHKdk2PsHCN6xJEzdwmre7i62hdx1e-OPTX74Q/s72-c/signingbw.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-2601996761108014152</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T03:10:56.459-08:00</atom:updated><title>For news about my books, please visit:</title><atom:summary type="text">www.emilygale.co.uk</atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-news-about-my-books-please-visit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-6908368189856846563</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 08:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T00:49:36.268-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Time To Blog</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been blogging for about three years. I started it because I was struggling so much with finding a balance between raising young children full-time and writing, and I needed to get some of that frustration and confusion out. Some of my posts have been about my children, some about writing, some about trying to make the two harmonious. 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I love Luisa&#39;s writing, I </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-reading-year-another-bunch-o.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8X2ruRSMZZaKPSnYRv2f4LoKrdcJVwaEP5Se_5Cnq6p8G0xv8CAoJxZlu7TpYOhDPdBcqnd-en2HHHf7louIWyZe_MYhfiVKlxdES2srfAVqv8xU9Oc0SJIEiUaO5GnDUBG2FIKhvWK0/s72-c/51TVLxJrGqL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-7193557119085164175</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T17:05:20.037-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bunch o&#39; Fives</title><atom:summary type="text">Over at the impressive Persnickety Snark (reviewer of YA books with a special interest in Aussie authors), Adele has been putting together the FIVE CHALLENGE, featuring lists of 5 bookish things in various categories (great covers, great debuts, best YA bloggers, etc). Inspired by that - and fuelled by a very great need to Get Over Myself (heady combination of vile PMT and homesickness) - I&#39;m </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunch-o-fives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsojqRs5ny_JQuSIS6HrE-7nOElUiJseXKcM1zpdondWd07u3YQfzzaPkJDLN8rmS9Tv8CK0-H8NCpA70REpbWJIn1_ISngf8ePCHTznLABMQ0LQk_CFpPAFGcRN3mLptGe5IMjgNYFiI/s72-c/images-4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1866549330329402642</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T15:33:52.984-08:00</atom:updated><title>Free Book!</title><atom:summary type="text">Please help free a copy of my book from the confines of a cardboard box. Go here for details.</atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEK5hYE7Z89_FS4EsBohZumx0XMy3Yr5Wg00WPGrculd-TZiNHNB_05HwsLF4rTwQg-ummajDGpeYkXEgg54-ptfrJ_b9R7mxhpT62rqYfXT-_ChNCg3FZJEq_tRwq0dWGMahRz_Zop88/s72-c/P1020634.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-3924149802809692874</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T23:07:03.592-08:00</atom:updated><title>Circle of Life</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the (many) ways I reveal myself to be a Proper Pom is the way I squeal at native wildlife - though I have improved slightly since last year when I got very excited about possums (the equivalent of tourists in the UK taking squillions of photos of grey squirrels), mainly because the buggers have eaten the strawberry plant and keep pooing on the garden furniture. 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Cute effort, but basically no good to anyone in the long-run (after we&#39;d killed ourselves laughing and taken a photo, we left it to wither on the kitchen bench). 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The build-up towards my own book being released reached silly proportions (in my head, I mean) and I found I could </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/threads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAq-iuBXhvdO32z9HTCjPnlzYQ4FNKQbk-tptzmrdmiia5NW5Leu58JWstxc3aYlGeKtiYOrbUO74xD8rW3JjrLPwhHlvzlUxqWiXh59A4u1hSXdOI3CLvmJIZGNq_uu07Gu8z7bUAYI/s72-c/threads.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1465397908168090332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T01:38:25.334-08:00</atom:updated><title>One For The NaNoNaySayers</title><atom:summary type="text">A good-writer-friend of mine (she&#39;s a good writer and a good friend) recently asked me if talking about my novel as a NaNoWriMo project worried me at all. I said &quot;no&quot;, with the gusto of a writer who discovered the benefits of NaNo a little way along the line, as if I have to make up for the times I&#39;ve privately thought that NaNoWriMo was a bit like &quot;rushing your homework&quot;. Because, I have to </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-for-nanonaysayers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-2745368574361032593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T17:30:08.599-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Number One Fan</title><atom:summary type="text">I get different reactions when I say I write for teenagers. Some people are very excited, because they know what a lively and varied genre it is, and they don&#39;t care who sees them reading a book that&#39;s marketed to folk much younger than they are. Sometimes people are not really sure what to say - maybe they would never consider reading teenage fiction, or they don&#39;t know any teenagers, and it&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-number-one-fan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-6176913460367654800</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 08:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T01:53:47.550-07:00</atom:updated><title>Holy Marigold(s)</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s 7pm on the day I gave up housework to see how that might affect my writing life...and it&#39;s a monumental disaster, people. I thought that if I stopped mopping the floor or hanging up the washing I&#39;d maybe free up the odd minute for my book - okay, that was a bit optimistic considering the fact that I have a 2 year old at home full-time and that any time he sees I&#39;m not occupied (and, no, </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-marigolds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-163808484738743873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 12:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T05:12:56.185-07:00</atom:updated><title>Before</title><atom:summary type="text">Housework Ban to commence at 00.00 hours.Ben linen: cleanHair: de-liced (nb. no actual lice located...may have been hoax)Floor: toy-free, raisin-free, Playdoh-freeDinner tonight: crackers, and some salami we&#39;d forgotten about from...a while agoThe Australian: tetchyThe children: obliviousMe: ripping off my marigolds with my teethBrace yourself, Household, for what happens when: Mummy Goes </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/before.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gCtZjtcPmr9n8kF8moWB-f9Nc6XSQq_montRChE51YOGwkifgr268_Wt94o3u0qtnP7joFkt1WTsdHW2eascrWawd8aD-4M7CfhCc5Z1ckdW_doiedvH5M5LWOOdFYJvpZVdfh3SBEA/s72-c/P1020368.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1982946581469893351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T17:48:49.680-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nobody Does It Better</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve tried to embrace Australian Idol, really I have, but gawd-blimey-guvnor it&#39;s dull as ditchwater compared to the brilliant/awful/brilliantly awful British X-Factor. Thank you, YouTube (nasty ITV.com won&#39;t let me watch the show from Oz). And I can only agree with Simon Cowell when he says, at the end, that it&#39;s a bit like watching The Exorcist for the first time: you know you shouldn&#39;t put </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobody-does-it-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-593422209444436990</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T00:34:19.163-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pre-Publication Infestation!</title><atom:summary type="text">Egads! A spanner in the works only hours before The Experiment II is due to begin. Or rather, not a spanner but a nit. A nit with no wit, crawling in The Girl&#39;s golden locks...and so I must avail myself of one of those blasted combs and wash all linen. And try to find the Czech word for &#39;nit&#39; so I can explain to our houseguest why we suddenly smell like a laboratory. For logistical reasons all </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-publication-infestation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-7623264659531757455</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T19:31:05.429-07:00</atom:updated><title>Two Things I Thought I&#39;d Mention</title><atom:summary type="text">1. Girl, Aloud will now be available from November... What&#39;s that you say? The November that&#39;s in just two weeks? Why, yes indeed, that&#39;s the November I mean.2. Inspired by the talented and successful writers I know who claim they don&#39;t do any housework, I&#39;m giving it up as an experiment for one week, starting on Monday. I will post before and after photos for your viewing pleasure. When I </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-things-i-thought-id-mention.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-5100647351180576337</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T00:22:35.452-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Experiment</title><atom:summary type="text">It was gratifying to discover that I have the ability to stay away from the internet for a whole week. (There&#39;s a point to this; I&#39;ll stop bigging-myself-up in a sec.) I&#39;ll be honest: it was really really really really hard. I gave up meat for 10 years but a week without Facebook was tougher.The soaring word count helped (10k in total), as did the fact that I used my friend Sam as a replacement </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-7090768824807256413</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T21:10:55.426-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yo-yo. Bye-bye.</title><atom:summary type="text">I am a yo-yo.I can&#39;t tell you how that compares to being, say, the walrus, or a rock, or an island, but there&#39;s something about about my wiring that makes any promise I make to myself or any mood I manage to get myself into become very intense but inevitably short-lived. Up, down, up, down, happy, sad, happy, sad, industrious, workshy, healthy-eating, binger, chilled-out, laid-back...unlike my </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-yo-bye-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-7575402951999552888</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T01:20:15.331-07:00</atom:updated><title>Choose Writing. Choose Life.</title><atom:summary type="text">Go to Help! I Need A Publisher! and read a better version of what I&#39;ve been trying to say recently, by Nicola Morgan.I don&#39;t know about you, but I need to examine my work- (or lack of work-) habits and make resolutions several times a year...okay, several times a week...just to get the books written. That&#39;s not a sign that my passion for writing is deficient but just an indication that like so </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/choose-writing-choose-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-5832286661398900432</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T00:52:49.575-07:00</atom:updated><title>Weirdest Place You&#39;ve Done It</title><atom:summary type="text">Like a lot of...er, people...I used to think there was only one place I could do it: in my bedroom with the curtains drawn, completely alone, with a cigarette on stand-by for afterwards.But now I can do it almost anywhere.I am of course talking about writing. Back in the days when I thought it was the surroundings and props (kind of wish I hadn&#39;t started this now) that would help The Muse to </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/weirdest-place-youve-done-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1684434983476903023</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T20:52:40.757-07:00</atom:updated><title>Planning Permission</title><atom:summary type="text">I plan my novels much like I plan my outfits. Here&#39;s roughly how I plan an outfit:Decide outfit absolutely must consist of these particular earrings or this particular bag. Sigh with relief that I&#39;m off the starting block. Reward self by doing something completely different, carrying around in the back of my mind a fuzzy image of the final outfit with that one clear detail. Realise it&#39;s the night</atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/planning-permission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1022743363940749787</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T19:15:21.964-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Blood</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s fair to say that about 95% of the really cool stuff (and 100% of the truly disturbing stuff, but don&#39;t let that put you off) I read on the internet comes from This Man, who has started blogging. Go there. Enjoy.For example:39 Truths About All Of Us</atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-3183747287552675043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T03:02:09.153-07:00</atom:updated><title>Excuses</title><atom:summary type="text">There are some really good excuses for Not Writing. Even if the novel is going well, even if it&#39;s already taking up half the space in your head and writing those characters feels like coming home, sometimes Life decides the novelist is having it a bit too easy (thanks, Life). Moving house was my latest good excuse. I knew that if I said it out loud: &#39;I&#39;m so annoyed with myself for not writing </atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-1325723376540588631</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T01:39:05.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>Probably Not The Cure For Writer&#39;s Arse, Alas</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://mummywrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/probably-not-cure-for-writers-arse-alas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (E.G.)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155313218057815442.post-7674210442839395746</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T06:23:37.387-07:00</atom:updated><title>Me, Myself and This Barmy Boot-Wearing Witch I&#39;ve Become</title><atom:summary type="text">News in brief:We moved.Six doors down the road.Using trolleys, friends, neighbours and small children.I am a tad too weary to go into it.So I shall end this, frankly trying, week with a Meme, courtesy of the always fabulous Keris Stainton.Theme: Call Yourself A Writer?1. 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