Just A Moment…

Just a moment, that was what has occurred. I was writing the concluding chapters to my book, The Story of Eve, when I stopped to change direction. I have been finishing this novel off for the past four months and it has been causing frustration and concern at every juncture. It has not been an... Continue Reading →

A Moment…

Just a moment, that was what has occurred. I was writing the concluding chapters to my book, The Story of Eve, when I stopped to change direction. I have been finishing this novel off for the past four months and it has been causing frustration and concern at every juncture. It has not been an... Continue Reading →

The Other Side of Madness…

"You know," a friend confessed, "my writing was much better when I was suffering." We were talking about breakdowns. The terrible journey we had taken from the staright path of normality. Some years back, we had both hit our walls. We were both in professions that indicated our public spirit and quests to improve things.... Continue Reading →

Do Not Suffer A Witch…

We tended to do most of our shared work after the sun had fallen. Old Leather seems to like it that way. It’s amazing what can evade notice in such a place as this. Imagine, if you will, a corpse strolling along any major high-street in any town or city in the UK, and then... Continue Reading →

Out with the old…

Being a Scrooge at Christmas is nothing to be proud of, or to apologise for. As far as I know, having reservations about this great festive break is perfectly legitimate. I was saying to my wife, before Christmas kicked-off, that we should not try our best to create an occasion that is 'perfect'. Christmas and... Continue Reading →

An Eve Tit-Bit…

Surprises. The boy was a surprise; he really was. My last recollection of him was as I was falling and he was falling too, but on top of me. My exhaustion had burnt a hole through my resistance and he was about to take advantage. His hot body, stinking of sweat, reeking of something else... Continue Reading →

Living with the dead…

Our frequent guest for Christmas has woken up partially dead. It happens to him on a regular basis, the alcohol, need for external stimuli, and general lethargy turns his sunny disposition into a grey snot-filled one. He moans about people giving him bugs and fails to see that nobody else is suffering. As a parting... Continue Reading →

Three Days of the Condor

Robert Redford One of my favourite films of all time. Obviously not 'all time' as they have only been making movies for less than a century and a quarter, but time enough. Its central premise is that a 'CIA book-reader' (yes he gets paid for reading books so as to uncover plots being hatched around... Continue Reading →

Writing about character…

I thought I would share these two extracts that were written many years apart. My character, Liam Flowers has changed and grown. He still carries the scars of his previous incarnation. Older and wiser, he cannot escape his narrative arc. From The Piper Book of Hearts Liam Since he had moved in with The Leatherman,... Continue Reading →

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