Transhumanism

Finishing the second draft of my story and considering a few things. Memory is like a river and transhumanism comes at a cost. Seem like two very different ideas. If you upgrade or more than likely are upgraded by someone else who has vested interests in what you will become then that river of memory…

The Body Divine

As a disabled writer with spinal damage that has lead to scoliosis, nerve death, missing discs, sciatic pain and arthritis I have begun to explore the idea of the body in my writing. Sometimes you don’t realise that something is underpinning your work until you step back and evaluate it. We have had a body…

The Ghost of Fascism

There is the argument that we shouldn’t talk about right wing politics, but scum always rises and there are always awful things hidden under rocks. The danger with forcing fascism out is the danger of forcing it underground onto another layer of the web, hidden deep, running malevolent, waiting to rise. We saw that in…

Let’s Talk About Climate Change

Have you got your biscuits and a nice cup of tea? Have you cleaned up? Done the pots and hoovered around? Have you made sure that you’ve dusted? Do you see where I am going with these questions? It’s an analogy for how writers are tackling climate change. It’s one of the reasons I am…

Can You Predict A Rejection?

The simple answer would be, ‘No’. That would be a very short post. Yet, the industry thrives on workshops and posts that tell you how to minimise rejection. Funnily enough you never see this when it comes to dating, who would attend such painful, public workshops? Steve from Bolton states that after dating Tracey from…

Eulogy for Dad

A week ago we bid goodbye to Dad. My sister and Mum asked me to write something to say about Dad to be spoken by the celebrant. What got me though in the end was not the words, they had got me the day before when I was writing them, it was the song we…

This Is The Story I Have To Tell

This is the story I have to tell. On Monday evening last, the phone rang and my sister said, ‘Dad’s collapsed, he’s had three heart attacks in a row. Come quick’. He collapsed bowling, they had a defibrillator, and for one brief moment as a complete stranger worked on him following the instructions of paramedics…

Killing the Writing Fraud

There are times when we all think that we will be discovered. That the game will be up. Surely anyone can write? Yes, the old adage that everyone has a novel in them dilutes a vocation that takes years to perfect and a lifetime to develop. No one ever says, ‘You know, everyone has a…

Let’s Talk About Submitting Fiction

You may have reached the stage where you have written your stories, shown your friends, family and strangers at parties; you have gone to a writers’ group and may have thought one of the following: (A) what a lovely, supportive bunch, (B) what a lovely bunch of back stabbing bastards, and; (C) c**nts. Either way,…

A Year of Writing: Days 151-160

Day 151 of #ayearofwriting and the great thing about later drafts in writing is that you are really hammering the word count down. Everything that is superfluous to the story is cut, every little aside, every little image, every little thing that brings nothing to pushing the story forward is cut. It is like sewing two pieces…

Alteration Over Adaptation

I lie in the bath, the water laps each curve, each roll of fat; I am considering my shape and I think about what is real, what is not. The fat is a product of generations of bad diet, from aristocracy to penury in my family. Even my heart is a cocktail of drugs, without…

Living With Saul for Nearly 100 days

The good thing about keeping a record of what I have done at each writing session is to realise how some stories come easier than others. Where Late the Cicada Sings, which to some extent I wrote in memory of the late Kate Wilhelm, has taken a long time. Katie corresponded with me on and off for…