A Time To Cut…

There is always a crossroads, a juncture, an end of something. I have spent the last four years counting down to that moment and now that I have arrived I am wondering what it is that I am supposed to do. Is it a case that I meekly shuffle off to the side of my... Continue Reading →

The Shining Thought…

In the words of Stephen King: "I've always believed in God. I also think that's the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you're in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you... Continue Reading →

Feet of Clay…

The mighty Acropolis provided the firmest of foundations for Athenian people-power “Democracy,” as Winston Churchill famously observed, “is the worst form of government except for all those other forms that have been tried.” And if any city can lay claim to being the cradle of this ‘least imperfect’ method of ordering society, then it is... Continue Reading →

Strange Fruit…

I have just stopped my morning's writing but will be returning to it later as it is now flying along. My form of writing provides as many surprise to me as it does to the reader. When you are in the zone, it is like a fugue state, the world of your book is clearer... Continue Reading →

Tea, anyone?

I have just been writing another episode of The Story of Eve. To remind or to inform you readers, The Story of Eve is part of The Flood Novels which began with AWOL The Story of Adam. In this episode, Mother, Evie and their little group reach a sort of refuge and spend their first... Continue Reading →

From The Floodlands..

An Extract: “You, young lady, are most certainly brave. You risked your life for these others whom you do not know.” Her eyes studied me. “You have been in the wilderness for a long time, haven’t you?” I did not know what she meant by wilderness because, for me, it was just the world. “Have... Continue Reading →

The Touch Of Nothing…

… the highest and most decisive experience of all, … is to be alone with his own self, or whatever else one chooses to call the objectivity of the psyche. The patient must be alone if he is to find out what it is that supports him when he can no longer support himself. Only... Continue Reading →

The Final Thaw…

There was no clock and therefore there was no time. He had a memory of a steady knocking, but that was no more. As with most declines, it started with only the tiniest of momentum.  However, the inevitable and irreparable course was set. There was a creeping realisation that movement was happening; he was passing... Continue Reading →

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