Sam Russell

Gallivanting Granny takes a ride on the combine

Happy days.
We’re all romantic fools at heart…

As a writer of contemporary romance with a novel to sell I am clear about my target market.…
Sequential absorption – If you’re looking for me I’m in Draymere

I can’t deny that when I started the sequel to my debut novel I was full…
Reaping the rewards

I am writing like a demon. Smug as a skunk. I should point out that my…
Me, I don’t follow rules. I’m an accidental rebel

My rebellion is rarely deliberate. It has more to do with impatience and scatterbrainedness (I know…
50 Bales of Hay (shameless, I know)

One million book sales in just one week. Woah. That is a level of book sales that…
Hi from South Wales

A brief Monday blog from my holiday in South Wales. The sun is out! We’ve been…
The washing line

In our first flat the washing line was actually an airer in the corner of the…
Writing – here’s where I’m at – an excerpt from the work-in-progress sequel to A Bed of Barley Straw

Alexander drank his black coffee on the bench outside the cottage. Rested from a fortnight of…
Thirty years a farmer’s wife…not bad for a girl from Leytonstone

On Bank Holiday Monday the Farmer and I celebrated thirty years wed. I say celebrated, but…