Category: writing
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Hours and Hours and Hours of Words
I write books. I don’t know if you knew that. You see, I don’t talk about it a whole lot here. I do so over on my author page (though, not very well), but I tend to reserve this blog for the more personal, more introspective stuff. But today I’d…
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Every step
Imagine waking up and finding that in order to get to your destination that day, you had to walk a tightrope. And anywhere you had to go after had to be via tightrope. Cafe, bakery, doctor, groceries, park…all via tightrope. And then the next day was the same. And the…
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Permutations of Connection
Lately, I’m unsure what it is I want to share and what it is I want to keep to myself. But I did a talk recently for the Nottingham Writer’s Studio about connection, and the way our writing keeps us connected in a variety of ways. And so I find…
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Reflective surface pumpkin head
A blotchy pumpkin head, ageing and spreading. A bloated bag of wind. A revolting, unappealing mixture of bumps, rolls, and general grossness. That’s what I see in the photos lately, and I hate looking at myself so much it makes my stomach churn and my eyes water. I avoid any…
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Seeing yourself on the page
Twelve years is a long time to do anything. I mean, not every day, but still. The Bold Strokes UK book festival is in its twelfth year. From starting out on a weeknight with a few local authors, this year we have twenty-one authors joining us from all over the…
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Beltane potatoes need love too…
Beltane. Spring. Rebirth. Fertility. Sexy sex. Run off into the forest and commune with nature with your bum in the wind. It’s a grand holiday. But as I age, after a year of Covid related health problems, I find I’m more inhibited (and that’s saying something, given that I was…
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Travel, mojo, lessons
Going back to the old adage of trying a list when thoughts won’t come any other way: Lockdown has lifted and life feels almost normal again. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I liked hermiting. I’m feeling better. Mostly. I’m really lucky. In pretty much every way. I…
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What are you planting?
Rebirth After a tough 12 months, being able to walk amongst the snowdrops and jonquils was a spring blessing. Tiny leaves sprouted from budding willows, little ferns were waving into warm air, and dark ivy was taking on a bright new sheen. I took lots of deep breaths, filling my…
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Out of Plato’s Cave
It’s my one year anniversary. Which is far less exciting than most one year anniversaries. It’s a year almost to the week that I came down with the coronavirus. And today I received my vaccination so I don’t get it again, and so I don’t have it and pass it…
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No talking, please.
Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like…
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