Siân O'Gorman - 'Why I Write'

Some authors have everything mapped and planned. Post-its on walls, detailed biographies of their characters. They know where they are going, they know the point of their novel and they may even know their very last line. This to me sounds like heaven. These are the people who always make sure their cars are filled up with petrol, who have maps in the car and rugs and supplies of Yorkie bars in case of snow drifts. And I wish I was one of them.

Siân O'Gorman - 'Why I Write'

Some authors have everything mapped and planned. Post-its on walls, detailed biographies of their characters. They know where they are going, they know the point of their novel and they may even know their very last line. This to me sounds like heaven. These are the people who always make sure their cars are filled up with petrol, who have maps in the car and rugs and supplies of Yorkie bars in case of snow drifts. And I wish I was one of them.

Always and Forever – Cover Reveal

A huge thank you to The Writing Garnet for revealing the beautiful cover for ALWAYS AND FOREVER by Sian O'Gorman!

The pleasures of romance fiction by Sian O’Gorman

While reading the feminist classic, My Brilliant Career, many years ago, I realised that not all stories have what I would consider a happy ending. The deliciously handsome (and rich and kind) Harold travels the arid, broiling Australian outback in order to propose to wild-haired, ambitious Sybylla. His ardour could only have increased when he sees her, muddy and exhausted, pulling a cow out of a swamp. My love-starved, teenage heart soared. This was it. They would fall into each other’s arms and they could live happily together in his lovely, well-watered estate. Except… they don’t.

The pleasures of romance fiction by Sian O’Gorman

While reading the feminist classic, My Brilliant Career, many years ago, I realised that not all stories have what I would consider a happy ending. The deliciously handsome (and rich and kind) Harold travels the arid, broiling Australian outback in order to propose to wild-haired, ambitious Sybylla. His ardour could only have increased when he sees her, muddy and exhausted, pulling a cow out of a swamp. My love-starved, teenage heart soared. This was it. They would fall into each other’s arms and they could live happily together in his lovely, well-watered estate. Except… they don’t.

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