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I’ve never been homeless and I do not pretend to know what that must feel and be like. Each morning though, on the way to work, as I walk across the city from one bus to the next, I see…
Continue readingTwo days ago I wrote this post about how new stories are emerging in my mind, and how I now had an unexpected sequel to Mr Tumnal. This morning whilst walking to work across the quad of Oxford’s Bodleian Library…
Continue readingToday has been Emma’s birthday. As something a bit different this year, we’ve had a night away at the Bourne Valley Inn in St Mary Bourne in rural Hampshire. Yesterday we visited Avebury to see the biggest stone circle in…
Continue readingMr Tumnal is the story of a man who marries his imaginary friend. Based on the dissertation of my friends Kirsty, You Were My Betty is another crazy idea from the same brain. Charlotte gets help with her dissertation from…
Continue readingFor many people, a statement like that might be a good enough signal to others to call the professionals in to sort me out. For me, though, it is normal. It’s as sure as sign as anything that another story…
Continue readingBeing as I am in that awkward space that a writer finds themself in, of having finished writing the one novel but not yet having started the next, my mind is, as I begin to read and revise Mr Tumnal,…
Continue readingTo round off my Easter weekend Emma and I went for a walk down by the canal in the Spring sunshine. Whilst we were putting out boots on, a car drew up and parked with a cat lounging in the…
Continue readingTo round off my Easter weekend Emma and I went for a walk down by the canal in the Spring sunshine. Whilst we were putting out boots on, a car drew up and parked with a cat lounging in the…
Continue readingI haven’t had as many story dreams in recent times as I used to – historically some of my most creative stories from dreams and sometimes from my serial dreams. Last night I had a brilliant dream, the prospect of…
Continue readingFurther to Hugo Lindgren’s provocative article in The New York Times, ‘Be Wrong as Fast as You Write’ it got me thinking about writing, and ideas and how one decides which ideas need to be written – or which ideas…
Continue readingClaire and I were talking at work today about how ideas for stories come about. She was telling me (and I hope she doesn’t mind me mentioning it here) about an sketchy idea that she had that might make a…
Continue readingI have a weird brain. Who else could have taken my random thought and turned it into a novel about a lonely man who marries his imaginary friend, has an imaginary child, and then they become real? This lunchtime, during…
Continue readingA snippet of inspiration can be found in the most ordinary of places… 😉 Aproaching the counter in the crowded foyer, Louis sees the girl behind the counter. He works his way to the front and asks for a CD…
Continue readingThis will almost certainly be dedicated for Caroline, for mishearing my comment about that autumnal Summer’s day…, for this is how the story that follows started life, a little after 7.30am on the daily drive to work. Over the half…
Continue reading…but maybe, possibly by the end of this post you will be able to look back and see some thing profound. I feel a need to write something today, it being the 11 month aniversary of these pages – that’s…
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