In celebration of the release of ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chick Lit’ a fabulous collection of 11 stories by a range of Chick Lit authors (released on November 4th), I'm running a series of blog posts on some of the authors (including their favourite Christmas recipe and the story behind it). This post is talking with the wonderful Vivan Brooks. 

1: Tell us a little bit about yourself and what you write.

My name is Nikki LeClair, and Vivian Brooks is my pen name. I live in Canada, and have a slight obsession with tea, and notebooks at the moment. I started writing when I was in high school. An English teacher recommended it because she said I had an over-active imagination and it was what got me in trouble.

2. Give us an overview (with all the bes...

If you follow my Facebook page you’ll definitely know that a fantastic Christmas anthology written by a collective of 9 Chick Lit authors (including myself, no bias of course) is set for launch in 2 days on November 4th. The Anthology, ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chick Lit’  is a collection of funny and sometimes romantic (or tragic) Christmas stories, each with an individual voice and flavour, but all based around the holiday theme.

In celebration of this release I’ll be running a series of blog posts on some of the authors (including their favourite Christmas recipe and the story behind it), beginning with the fabulous Amy Gettinger.

1: Tell us a little bit about yourself and what you write.

I am a mother of two employed (!!) UC grads in engineering, one of whom is marrie...

St Catherine's Convent - Edinburgh, Scotland

Having recently made the jump from ChickLit to Historical Fiction, I’m quickly learning just how hard it is to write authentically about a time in which I didn’t live or have the opportunity to experience for myself. Did I mention that living in Australia while the book is set in England and Scotland is also proving quite the challenge?

I’ll tell you a little bit about the project before I explain:

My grandfather lived a long life. He was 97 when he passed away last year and in spite of his dementia, he was still sprightly and outgoing. He loved to talk about all the things he had done and the places he had been, but I struggled to imagine just how much he had seen or how far his feet had carried him in all those years, and that had alwa...