The hobbit lives! | An update

It has been an absolute age since I posted on this blog. I don’t even have a good reason for my absence, beyond concentrating on Acres of Ink, my wedding, my book, and training. So, here’s a quick update on my life and what you can expect from me in the next few months!


Acres of InkFor those of you who don’t know, Acres of Ink is my developmental editing service. I work exclusively on fiction novels and offer a ‘free sample’ editing service of up to 3,000 words for new clients – check it out!

I’m very pleased to announce I had a successful first quarter, testing the waters and getting glowing feedback from my clients. I’m now stepping things up a bit by adding an editing blog to enhance my services. This will be similar to the ‘Writing Is Hard‘ section that used to be on here and will focus on Character Development, Plot Development, World Building, plus some editing tips and tricks. My first blog series will be about the amazing advice I recently received during a workshop in Bloomsbury (home of Harry Potter). If that  sounds up your street, make sure follow the blog so you don’t miss anything!



CountdownI’m getting married in 106 days! I’m not sure how I got to this stage in my life but I’m suddenly 30 years’ old and have impending nuptials to organise. Most of the ‘big things’ have been done already but I’m sure I’m forgetting something… the to-do list is loooooong. On the plus side, I get to try on my chosen dress for the first time next Thursday. [Cue stereotypically girly squealing].


The main event! So, as I mentioned earlier, I attended a Bloomsbury workshop that focused on YA and Middle Grade novels (my special interest genres). The day was utterly amazing and full of excellent advice. I’ll be sharing most of this advice on the Acres of Ink Blog in coming weeks, but it also inspired me to change my first three chapters ever so slightly. The impact of the opening chapters has now increased tenfold and I’m now readying my query letter! 2019 will be my year.


EyeammakingadifferenceTraining for what, you may ask. Well, in my infinite wisdom, I decided that 2019 was the year to give back to charities that have helped me become who I am today. So, on Sunday 10th March, I will be walking 14 miles (22.5km) to raise money for Moorfields’ Eye Charity. Moorfields saved my sight when I was 10 and their care and expertise is the reason I can still read and write (and edit) today. My sight is so integral to everything that brings me joy in my life, so I thought I’d take the time to support the amazing work they do.

If you’d like to find out more about my story or what Moorfields does – or if you’d like to donate some pennies to the cause! – then you can do that here >>

Aaaaand… if you fancy seeing a very tired, very red-faced hobbit, you can follow my updates on Instagram (@kfgooodacre.writing).


I’m bringing back my book reviews! I’ll be starting with Circe by Madeline Miller and The Near Witch by V.E. Schwab. Watch this space!


World Sight Day | Living with sight loss, trauma and decline


I was the only six-year-old I knew who could spell ‘haemorrhage’ correctly. It was a word I learned from the dictionary, reading it aloud to my mum as she wrote a letter excusing me from P.E. lessons.

For those of you who don’t know, I was born with a condition called Incontinentia Pigmenti. The condition can affect many parts of someone’s body but, for me, it most prominently affects my eyes.

It is my experience with IP and resulting symptoms that prompted me to write this post today, as well as urge everyone to regularly have their eyes checked. The International Agency for the Prevention of Blindness (IAPB) states that 80% of the world’s blind are avoidably so. This is a frightening statistic and one that we can change.

To find out more about what you can do to lower this number, please visit their website.

Bright lights and dark shadows

When I was six, I went into my mum’s bedroom, complaining of ‘lights in my eyes’. Continue reading

#AbseilforAutism | I’ve never been so glad to be back on the ground

This Saturday (14th May), I took part in #AbseilforAutism to raise money for the National Autistic Society.

My day started off very calm, as I woke up in time to have a hearty breakfast before heading to London. Things were looking and feeling good as our fundraising team strapped on our harnesses (except that one who forgot to put his legs in the straps and had to be corrected before a disaster happened!).

Then we reached the roof. Nerves were starting to jangle because 90% of us had never abseiled before. The lovely people at NAS were joking with us to put us at ease and soon I found myself teetering on the edge of a 230ft building.

“Now lean back.”

Nope. No. No way. Nuhuh. 

My body suddenly locked itself in protest, acutely aware that only a rope was stopping me from plummeting to a very messy death.


When the helpful man on the roof eventually persuaded me to drop back into thin air, I was rewarded by cramp in my left foot, which is not exactly what you want when you’re 21 storeys high.

My mild panic increasing foot by foot, I annoyed my descent partner by repeatedly calling her name. I think it was a desperate attempt to assure myself I wasn’t alone on the side of this forsaken building. I was suddenly regretting that hearty breakfast.

That’s me on the left.


Half-way down, I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t a natural abseiler as I:

  • was shaking like a leaf
  • was fighting not to spin around (although I did succeed in this venture!)
  • had completely lost all rhythm of my descent and was now just resolving to reach the ground as quickly as possible.


I was neither dignified or graceful about it, but I did it.

I was caught on a horizontal metal pole for a few seconds at the end. I had to disentangle myself and looked ridiculous.


Next year, I’m doing a sponsored cycle ride or something that lets me stay close to the ground. Never abseiling again. Never.

My terror (and the fears of my colleagues) was rewarded by circa £3000 (incl. Gift Aid) for The National Autistic Society. We’re still taking donations so we hope to break £4k by the time we’re done!

A huge thank you to everyone who supported us and helped fund-raise for the NAS. Your donations make their important work possible.

This is me when finally reached the bottom. I’m laughing so I don’t cry.


To find out more about #AbseilforAutism and the National Autistic Society at their website:

2 days left until I throw myself off a 230ft building to raise money for the National Autistic Society.

This Saturday, I’ll be abseiling 230ft in order to raise money for The National Autistic Society.

The facts: 

  • I’m really short and as such, don’t really like to be high from the ground. I’m not joking. I sometimes get vertigo from standing on a Tube platform when the train pulls away and I see the empty tracks below.
  • I wanted to do a sponsored walk but was outvoted – so now I have to do this instead. And I’m still willing, because it’s a fantastic cause.
  • The NAS is the leading UK charity for autistic people (including those with Asperger syndrome) and their families. They provide information, support and pioneering services, and campaign for a better world for autistic people.

All donations and sponsorship (no matter how small) is greatly appreciated. Our overheads have already been paid by our company, so every penny you donate goes directly to the charity. 

The donation site:

To find out more about The National Autistic Society and autism, please visit:

Thank you!

Rejection, rewrites and jumping off tall buildings (unrelated)

With the exception of my book sale post, it’s been Quite Some Time since I blogged anything worthwhile. I promised you all book reviews and then failed to deliver in spectacular fashion.

Well, I have been reading and the reviews will be forthcoming shortly. It just took me a little while to get my head (and bottom) into gear. Here’s what’s been happening in my neck of the woods:

  • I received my fifth and final rejection letter – possibly the politest of its kind ever written – so decided to revise The Elder Throne yet again before my next query attempt. Just a tad, though.
  • Due to aforementioned rejection letter, which called my manuscript ‘a near miss’, I have also been happily continuing with my book’s sequel, The Winter Court.
  • I signed up to abseil down Canary Wharf in order to raise money for The National Autistic Society. Given I’m not oh-so-fond of heights, being naturally 5ft nothing, this could be the most terrifying decision I’ve ever made.
  • And over-time. So much over-time.

But I’m back from all that – with the exception of the Abseil for Autism, which happens on the 14th May – so business will resume as usual. See you all soon!

If you’d like to find out more about The National Autistic Society, their website is here:

If you’d like to make a donation (no matter how small!) to the fundraising for Abseil for Autism, please check out our JustGiving page. All overheads have already been paid by our company, so 100% donations go directly to the charity.

For reference, I’ll be abseiling…

  • circa 50 times my height.
  • 230 feet.
  • 70.1 metres.
  • In other words, really high.
  • Too high, one might say, but I’ve already handed the form in.

… I’ll let you know if I survive.