Kim Wilde and Genre

Kim Wilde is on Top of the Pops singing You Came in a little black dress and with the most uncomfortable backing band ever, as if they’re more happy to be in bank suits than in denim. It’s the year I really get going as a writer, I am thirteen and in the last few…

Knowing Character

When you start to consider story beyond the three act structure (the basics being: beginning, middle and end) you realise that even if you map out your story you must know your character before doing so. You must also engage in the form you are writing in e.g. bloody read or watch something because you…

Falling Blossom

As I write the stories of Meymod I wonder whether the narrator would understand spores and instead I think of blossom. Falling blossom. It makes more sense, a nano technology, a geo-engineered cleaner being something that floats easily rather than spores. Though the idea of sporing blossom is interesting, a fungus tree, for isn’t that…

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…

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 171-180

Day 171 of #ayearofwriting and ideas come like buses, I note them down and marvel at the fact that when you are about to go to sleep something sparks in your mind. I have learnt over the years that it will not wait until tomorrow, a note book, a pen, a note on your phone will stop…

A Year of Writing: Days 111-120

Day 111 of #ayearofwriting and sometimes you don’t have to show the horror. Saul has done something evil in a bid to protect his family. The sad thing is that the safety he has found in the forest has only been an illusion. One reading is that Martha has goaded him to do this but the real…

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 Year of Writing: Days 1-3

Day whatever of #writing and after#100daysofwriting I am working on the dialect in my Bodmin Moor story. The dykes around Taw Marsh have broken and sickness is getting closer to the farm. Yes, it’s like a dramatic moment in The Archers. I am always concerned about racism in #writing, whether it is sensationalist or just there to provoke but…

100 Days of Writing: What Have I Achieved?

It’s day 100+ of #writing and what has this little experiment done for my practice? In a simple word: freedom. No, I am not channeling the wonderful and late, George Michael, though we may close with his iconic song. I mean freedom is the sense that I have put aside certain things: Fear of failure….

Writer’s Space

A few days ago I told you all about my office and how I fought valiantly to get it back from beneath a quagmire. This is me in a fervent plea to have an office space. It’s affectionately known as, ‘writer having hissy fit’.  Now, a few of you have asked me why it is…

Losing A Dumping Ground, Gaining An Office

I had a a hissy fit recently, there I’ve said it. I had a full blown throw-my-toys-out-of-a-moving-bath-paddy. Why would a full grown man do such a thing? I hear you say. Literally, I do hear you say, only my neighbour reads this blog and they wanted to know why me and my wife where screaming…