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 →

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 →

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 →

Let’s Be Real About Writing…

This is one of my favourites. It is the usual 10 rules but with a sardonic twist. It tastes like lemon. Roddy Doyle 1 Do not place a photograph of your favourite author on your desk, especially if the author is one of the famous ones who committed suicide. 2 Do be kind to yourself. Fill pages... Continue Reading →

Hope In The Face Of Certainty…

When it comes down to it, the vicar said that the crucial thing to hold on to was hope. God gives us hope. Now, there were lots of people paying their respects to a woman who had lived a decent life, been a devout believer, and conducted her time accordingly. No excess. No preaching. Only... Continue Reading →

You Should Be Dancing…

 The Bee Gees We were returning home from Manchester Airport yesterday morning. It was raining. It was foggy. It was Greater Manchester followed by West Yorkshire; it was raining and cold, wet and bleak, dark and empty satanic mills, green and damp sheep-studded fields and hills.  "I wouldn't want to be a sheep here," our... Continue Reading →

Dead, Dead, Dead again…

The Driving Undead… There was this zombie driving a car. No, that’s wrong, he was not quite zombie, just one of those hybrids.  Anyways, he was driving his car across a bridge whilst listening to a talk radio programme. The river was wide and sure of itself many feet beneath him and the sun had... Continue Reading →

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