A Year of Writing: Days 91-100

Day 91 of #ayearofwriting and I wonder how the church in the story collects alms. Then there it is, a piece of social history, the knocker upper. For those you unaware what one is, it was someone hired to wake you up so you were not late for work in the days before alarm clocks and digital…

A Quarter Way Through #ayearofwriting

It seems like a long time since I crowed about completing #100daysofwriting, it feels like a long time since I threw my hat in the ring and said, I would do more writing and that I would commit to #ayearofwriting. For those of you reading this and saying, ‘Well, isn’t that what writers are supposed…

A Year of Writing: Days 81-90

Day 81 of #ayearofwriting and I am nearly a quarter of the way through this project, a mere 10 1/2 days more and a quarter of the year will have elapsed since I threw my hat in the ring. I’d like to say it’s been easy but there have been days when the fingers have been willing…

A Year of Writing: Days 71-80

Day 71 of #ayearofwriting and I am weeks from my first mile stone of treble figures. I am in a tent revival, the gospel has come to where I live (literally, the story is based in a nearby village. It seemed right to bring it close to places I know). There is my narrator from The Tin…

The Beast in the Machine

With the revelations that Cambridge Analytica have been harvesting our souls in the name of Brexit, Trump and all things social media the inevitable backlash waddles in the back door with cries of, ‘I never thought Facebook would do that to me!’. Across the land middle-class sensibilities and addresses have been given over to marketing,…

A Year of Writing: Days 61-70

Day 61 of #ayearofwriting and I am considering the art of drafting Day 62 of #ayearofwriting and The Tin Grasshopper story is complete.   Day 63 of #ayearofwriting and I am not feeling the new story. I know it’s a good idea, but it’s too Ballardian in tone, the idea of permissions, data protection and shopping. I need to put this…

A Year of Writing: Days 51-60

Day 51 of #ayearofwriting and I am tackling the family buffet, and the chaos, accusations and truths that often come out between the pork pie and the chicken drumsticks. All to the tune of George Michael’s ‘I’m Your Man’. Day 52 of #ayearofwriting and I am in a market place I haven’t been in seen I was a teenager….

The Art of Drafting

I have a dirty secret to tell, I very rarely keep my drafts as physical copies after I have finished them. This is not because I think at any moment some literary thief will break in as I sleep and pocket them all. Later, selling them on a black market where desperate readers, critics and…

Office Space as the Enormous Space

Yes, that is a reference to Ballard but after going from a shoebox to a nightmare of compacted layers of the past I can last reveal a ‘finished space’. My wife merely said that she didn’t remember it being so large – I refrained from any innuendo but did snigger – I then talked with her about…

Office Space is Living Stratum

Most writers have a tendency to keep things. I don’t want to call myself a hoarder that would be admitting the truth. Well, some truth as I am selective hoarder. I keep stuff as a living memory, objects that trigger something deep in my memory. Like jump starting an old car, and after tidying up…

A Year of Writing: Days 41-50

Day 41 of #ayearofwriting and I am on goofy pills because of bum back. A decade ago I was offered spinal surgery to fuse it, see image, scary as hell. Never took it because anyone who says, ‘We need to go through your stomach’ shouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. A decade of physio and it still…

Office Space

It has been a dumping ground for too long. Though I largely write in bed nowadays, doing a Simenon (but without the brothel creeping), I still need an office to print stuff out in and store things. Yes, writer things, the kind of things that my wife looks at me and says such things as,…