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Why I Used To Feel Sorry For Tolstoy (And Why I’m Over It Now)

portrait of Leo Tolstoy
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“Sorry for Tolstoy?” I hear you cry. Why should a little-known writer with zero published novels to her name pity the author of one of the world’s longest and greatest works of fiction?

Find our why I used to feel sorry for Tolstoy (and Dickens and Eliot and Hardy) – and why I’m over it now – by reading my guest post on the lovely Jessica Bell’s blog, alluring entitled The Alliterative Allomorph (yes, I had to look that last one up in the dictionary too).

Click here to hop straight over to it now…

While you’re there, you may find yourself getting drawn into more of Jessica’s wonderful and wide-ranging blog too. You have been warned…

For more posts about writing, try these for size:

The Lost Art of Letter-Writing

Writing on the Run

Flash Fiction for Summer Lightning

Memoirs

Author:

English author of warm, witty novels including the popular Sophie Sayers Village Mysteries, set in the Cotswolds Founder and director of the Hawkesbury Upton Literature Festival Advisor to the Alliance of Independent Authors Ambassador for the children's reading charity, Read for Good, and the Type 1 Diabetes charity JDRF

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