Diane Foster
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I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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"Heat of the Moment" Is the Guilty Pleasure That Defined an Era
There’s a moment in every music snob’s life when they have to admit defeat. For me, it was the first time I heard the synth swell in the opening of Asia’s “Heat of the Moment.” I was raised on the idea that “real” rock music had to be raw, unpolished, and preferably recorded in someone’s garage with a busted amp and a microphone held together with duct tape.
By Diane Foster16 days ago in Beat
Going to California: The Song That Proves Rock ‘n’ Roll Doesn’t Need to Scream to Be Heavy
Picture this: It’s 1971, and Led Zeppelin, a band synonymous with thunderous riffs and arena-shaking anthems, strips everything back to an acoustic guitar, a mandolin, and a voice that sounds like it’s been soaked in honey and heartache.
By Diane Foster22 days ago in Beat
The Kinks’ “All Day and All of the Night” Belongs Among the Greats
There’s a moment, about twenty seconds into “All Day and All of the Night,” when Ray Davies’ voice cracks just slightly on the line “I’m not content to be with you in the daytime…” It’s not a flaw, it’s the sound of something raw and urgent, the kind of imperfection that makes rock ‘n’ roll feel alive.
By Diane Foster27 days ago in Beat
Five Stars for Dying
The day I was killed was the best day of my life. It just did, mostly because it got me out of Wednesday. The universe that morning was calling the roll, and I was not so much as present. My toaster felt the need to turn my bagel into a mini frisbee.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Writers
4 Types of Creative Blocks
Let’s be real: when your brain feels like a stalled engine, being told to “just start” or “push through it” is about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine. We’ve all been there, staring at the blank page, cursor blinking in mockery. But what if I told you that “creative block” isn’t one big, scary monster? It’s more like a squad of different gremlins, each with its own specialty in shutting down your ideas. And you can’t fight a Motivation Gremlin with the same stick you’d use for a Perfectionism Gremlin.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Writers
How to Get on Santa’s Naughty List
By the second week of December, the coal scuttle sat by the hearth like an empty mouth. Mum kept saying it was fine, in the same tone she used when she said the roof only leaked “a little” and Dad’s cough was “just winter.” The truth was in the air anyway. The house had a brittle cold that clung to your fingers, that made the kettle take forever and turned your breath into a steady little ghost.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Fiction
