Author Archives: thornemoore

A Mad Move to Self-publishing

I appreciate it’s a weird thing to do, having spent most of my adult life seeking out conventional publishers (and occasionally finding them) but, having finally reached the age where bits of me are falling off/seizing up/dropping dead, I have decided to reclaim most of my titles and stick to self-publishing from now on. ItContinue reading “A Mad Move to Self-publishing”

The Unravelling: Time and Place

My third novel, The Unravelling was published by Honno in 2016. My protagonist, Karen, does visit Wales in one chapter, but the book is largely centred on a council estate in Lyford, which was also a setting for my second novel Motherlove. Lyford is fictional, but it’s based on Luton, where I grew up. ThatContinue reading “The Unravelling: Time and Place”

Impact and Influence: very rich hours.

Inspiration not as a writer but as a needlewoman. I was always bewitched by the gorgeous illustrations in Les Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. French, early 15th century (Joan of Arc era), with a magnificent painting for each month, mostly featuring countryside activities and fabulous châteaux that must have been an inspiration forContinue reading “Impact and Influence: very rich hours.”

Nevern Churchyard, rest in peace.

I know town cemeteries are beautifully maintained, neat, trimmed, numbered and carefully recorded, regimented for ease of access, but if you really want to rest in peace you can’t beat a country churchyard and Nevern has the best. Cross the narrow bridge over the Nyfer, and there it is. In the heart of North Pembrokeshire,Continue reading “Nevern Churchyard, rest in peace.”

Isle of Wight Inspiration and Fatal Nostalgia

When I was very young, we had a car. A Morris 8, black, with a starting handle, little orange fingers that stuck out of the side as indicators, running boards and a blind in the small rear window that we children managed to break but never admitted to, which was okay because it was neverContinue reading “Isle of Wight Inspiration and Fatal Nostalgia”

The Other Newport

If adverts are to be believed, some families celebrate together with scratch cards (I am not entirely convinced of this ancient tradition). My family is stingier. We take a walk. When I lived in Luton, the ritual family walk was usually from Ashridge monument, down the Chiltern scarp to the ever-so-picturesque village of Aldbury (thatch,Continue reading “The Other Newport”

A TIME FOR SILENCE: first love

A TIME FOR SILENCE. It wasn’t my first novel by a long chalk, but it was the first to be published. Like Jane Austen, you see (and I do try to bring her into as many posts as possible). She wrote several books, including FIRST IMPRESSIONS, which later became PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, before she wasContinue reading “A TIME FOR SILENCE: first love”