<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Fiction Author Hub]]></title><description><![CDATA[Captivating Tales Await You]]></description><link>https://www.pamela-hackett.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 19:17:26 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pamela-hackett.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[What if no one likes my story?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Who gives a toss? I wrote it for me. The story was in my head for a few decades - longer than some of my classmates have been on this gorgeous, complicated planet. It bubbled up every few years like one of those tiny little fluffy white dogs that nip at your feet. No matter how hard you try to stop them, they just nip and yap and keep prodding you. That's how the story felt. It was forever in my mind. Nipping at me. I had to get it out. I kept waking up thinking about this other world - one...]]></description><link>https://www.pamela-hackett.com/post/what-if-no-one-likes-my-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ab3ec9fcb2c5cb708d3e9ab</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 21:51:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e69a8a_d1a4a2503d2f4dcda3cf5fa548d8b986~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Pamela Hackett</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enough said!]]></title><link>https://www.pamela-hackett.com/post/enough-said</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ac3bb98be2a50557c8e7b9c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 15:00:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e69a8a_165aedf1e0134627b1d018ee70a981df~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Pamela Hackett</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Champagne, Bubbles and Math ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometime in the future, before I die, I'll write a story that features Hope's mum as the lead.  She deserves it. The sassy woman every kid at school loved. Girls wanted to be here - a multi-talented superwoman. And the boys dreamed they'd find someone just like her - as a friend, a partner, a lover. The type of relationship wouldn't have mattered much. They just wished that when they grew up, someone like Hope's mum would be front and center in their lives. Hope's mum could wield an axe and...]]></description><link>https://www.pamela-hackett.com/post/champagne-bubbles-and-math</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ac294ced926e3d9b0061366</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 14:57:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e69a8a_e6785cff03b44ddbb28ae1179cbe0618~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Pamela Hackett</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How would the world change if we knew when we would die - our use by date?]]></title><description><![CDATA[What if we all knew when we would die? Can you imagine if we all knew our timeline? I mean, really. Like, what if you knew when you die, just like you know your birthday?  That's what sparked my book. It wasn't really the thought of death necessarily. It was the thought of managing death. After all, I'd spent my life as a consultant. Everything in my life needed managing  - I know, I'm recovering. But there's this one big fucking THING that is always in front of you, whether you think about...]]></description><link>https://www.pamela-hackett.com/post/how-would-the-world-change-if-we-knew-when-we-would-die-our-use-by-date</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6abebd1af1e9b48aafdb134e</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2026 18:54:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e69a8a_9651469fccbe427588a27739f53ceb37~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Pamela Hackett</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>