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Moaning and Groaning! Sorry! But I’ll bet you agree…
In our house, blaming the internet for a host of ills is a competitive sport and The Northern Light and I are rather good at it Privacy and freedom, or the erosion of them, are the main accusations we make of the world wide web and it does seem sometimes that the whole thing was created to…
Two things at once…
One of the most annoying things in my life is that I can’t do two things at once! I can’t comfortably do them in tandem either! Which is my way of saying I can’t do one thing in the morning, another in the afternoon and return to the first thing the following day. I’d love to call it…
Dynasty
A friend of mine’s father – a well known and successful actor – advised his son to steer clear of the theatre as a profession and set his sights on something less … uncertain. Needless to say my friend ignored his father’s advice and became a theatre director. I can’t say I advised my own brood not to…
The Pleasure and Pain of Research
I’ve cranked myself up to write another Hawk book. It’ll be the seventh in the Nathan Hawk Murder Mysteries and an element of it will involve a small ‘coven’ of modern ‘witches’. I use quotation marks because these characters will turn out to be the vain, fashionable, hobbyist kind of witches – a million miles from the real…
Harking back, moving on
I have writer friends who, more than occasionally re-read books they’ve published or, worse still in my opinion, watch stuff they’ve written for television whenever it’s repeated. I do neither. When a project is finished, filmed or published, I let it go and move on to somethong new. To hark back, to revisit the past, is a bid…
I’ve Been Busy…
Last year I inherited some money from an old friend, someone who wouldn’t have wanted me to stick it in the family pot and watch it disappear into thin air. So, I decided to ‘do something’ with it… That ‘something’ was to revamp all my novels. Â Under the careful eye of Quartermain Press I asked Spiffing Covers to…
Call that a summer?
I never thought Iâd be someone who groaned about the weather. It is, after all, inevitable and, yes, thereâs no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes. Even so, here I am on the last day of August and itâs grey, cold and has been so for a month or more. The swimming pool has been…
‘Paraprosdokians’
Yes, I know. A word you use every day. âHow are the paraprosdokians doing, Mrs Jones?â (At school, on the stock market, in the election, etc) Just to remind you, they are actually figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected and is frequently humorous. Theyâre all attributed to…
A long way from BrixtonâŠ
âŠby which I mean Brixton register office where The Muse and I were married, sometime in the last century. There have been two weddings in my life recently. The first was just before so-called âfreedom dayâ and took place in Felixstowe. For a year Iâve thought the venue was Folkestone, probably because Felixstowe conjures up ferries, container ships,…
Apology to Friends and Neighbours
Iâve always felt guilty about exploiting my friends when it comes to story ideas but it has never stopped me doing so! Whatever I learn from, or merely sense about an acquaintance or neighbour is all too often primped and twisted into a story thread. I canât help it. I blithely tell people thereâs a man in my…