by Clare Flynn | Apr 26, 2012
I was writing today about the Angels’ Trumpet flowers that I saw everywhere around Munnar and Periyar. Ginny my character was painting them and I thought I’d better check I’d got the name right. Turns out they’re highly toxic… so you...
by Clare Flynn | Apr 16, 2012
I’ve just used something that actually happened to me in my novel Kurinji Flowers. About five years ago (2007), I went to India for the first time and was driven at night from the airport at Coimbatore in Tamil Nadu to my destination, a yoga retreat near...
by Clare Flynn | Apr 15, 2012
I often feel guilty when I’m reading. It feels like skiving off. Instead of being curled up with a book I should be DOING something – writing, making, working, clearing, cleaning, exercising. In contrast soaking up someone else’s words feels like a...
by Clare Flynn | Apr 5, 2012
A few days ago I wrote a blog piece about stealing with glee – and how I’d stolen a little descriptive phrase for the colour and character of the sea in and around Eastbourne from my friend Annette Gampel, nee Warburton – with her permission –...