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 →

A Writer’s Day…

Ray Bradbury: “Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row….before you go to bed every night, read one short story.” “The problem with novels is that you can spend a whole year writing one and it might not turn out well because you haven’t learned... Continue Reading →

Loose-Ends…

There is so much out there on writer's block, so much good advice. But I'm unsure. Being a person who does not really follow plans makes writing an organic affair. My modus operendi is to get an idea, run with it, write until I drop, ride into the writer's wall, evaluate the substance of my... 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 Stranger In The Woods…

'A meditation on solitude, wilderness and survival.' Wall Street Journal I had heard about this story only recently and it piqued my interest. When writing Read After Burnout, I had often considered what it would be like to escape from the mayhem of Everyday Madness. The fellow in the story, Christopher Knight, did just that,... Continue Reading →

If It Reads Like Writing, Bin It…

Elmore Leonard: Using adverbs is a mortal sin 1 Never open a book with weather. If it's only to create atmosphere, and not a charac­ter's reaction to the weather, you don't want to go on too long. The reader is apt to leaf ahead look­ing for people. There are exceptions. If you happen to be Barry... Continue Reading →

Back To The Past Perfect…

Back when the world was still young and very, very big, somebody thought it wise to employ inspirational quotes as a way of lifting the general mood out of abject depression.  Life, you see, sucks.  But so does a vacuum cleaner. “Don’t wait until you feel better to live your life, get your coat on... Continue Reading →

A Little Of Nothing…

I spent several days with him, cycling and drinking, talking and cycling. Although his bike fitness wasn’t fully there, it was still enough to pull me along. We went along coastal routes, alongside pristine beaches, and through forests that were the haunt to the British Royal family. My initial impression was that Wales was wonderful.... Continue Reading →

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