Frightened to Start a Novel

I have slipped into the happy rut of short story writing. Well, it’s not always happy, maybe joyous, exhilarating, arse grinding mayhem. I think that sums up short story writing and poetry too. I have retreated somewhat from the latter, not because I don’t have poetry to write, I am just not in the frame…

When The Spirit is Willing…

…But the body isn’t. There comes a time in writing when you know that you have worn yourself down, when you start to think, ‘Maybe if I came up with a mashup I’d get a publishing deal’. Everyone has those days, when you fuse Batman with Rincewind from Discworld, and laugh because they’d be called…

Getting Back To Writing

As a writer you have to get a balance between writing, reading and research. When I committed last year to #ayearofwriting this meant that I sometimes spent much of my time reading and writing (yes, you can class reading as research) but sometimes this meant that I was often left in the air unable to…

Being Ruthless

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Finding The Missing Link

You can follow me here each Wednesday through the #clifimadness project which chronicles my research into climate change and how addressing it in fiction, the novel form, may be the answer to reaching a wider audience. I will chronicle my everyday ramblings on twitter and Facebook, please sign up for info there. Part of knowing…

Appreciating Scribbling

The problem with writing a novel or even short fiction is the ego we carry with us. Some of us just like to watch the world rather than imprison it on the page. The art of scribbling is often forgot in the craft of writing. Awhile back during house renovations I placed several of my…

Why Reading Means Writing

Let’s talk reading, I never read for pleasure, all reading to me is research. The act of discovery. The act of learning. The art of pleasure is something very different. When I read I step through a door into worlds that I could never imagine. Reading can make me think of things, ideas pop out…

Angels and Demons: The Creation of Myth

You can follow me here each Wednesday through the #clifimadness project which chronicles my research into climate change and how addressing it in fiction, the novel form, may be the answer to reaching a wider audience. I will chronicle my everyday ramblings on twitter and Facebook, please sign up for info there. “A mind not…

Crucible of Time (1983)

You can follow me here each Wednesday through the #clifimadness project which chronicles my research into climate change and how addressing it in fiction, the novel form, may be the answer to reaching a wider audience. I will chronicle my everyday ramblings on twitter and Facebook, please sign up for info there. Published in 1983,…

After The Dust Has Settled

So, let’s do a few checks: #100daysofwriting, done, #ayearofwriting, done, sanity, gone long ago, work produced, more than I have produced in several years of procrastination. I have written nine short stories and there’s one yet to complete, I average around 21,000 words a story when writing. Now, here’s for the Rachel Riley moment, 21,…

A Year of Writing: Days 351-360

We’re on the final homestretch, you can see it unfold day by day at my Facebook page. Day 351 of #ayearofwriting and my scribbling over the last few days has started to hone down to a single idea. There is something about the outsider that appeals to me. I consider myself to be an outsider, looking in,…

A Year of Writing: Days 341-350

You can follow my daily rambles on twitter and Facebook. Day 341 of #ayearofwriting and throughout this project I have not had a space of my own. Now, after many years the bookcases are in my office. Craft books, poetry books, collections and fiction burbles out of boxes and back onto the shelves. There are text books I have taught,…