
My proof copy arrived a couple of days ago and all I can say is thank heavens for proofs! A number of the pieces in this collection have been published elsewhere in […]
I'm blogging my way through the day to day angst of setting down one word after another in the pursuit of publication in its myriad forms. I am fascinated by how creative people can so often get in their own own way and how this impinges output. I am currently working on a non-fiction project centred around the issues of productivity for creatives. I also write short stories and flash fiction and freelance sometimes and have been known to write for food. My first book 'What We Didn't Say' is a collection of my best and most successful short stories and is available in print and Kindle formats via Amazon. I am also published by Ether Books Ltd digitally on their apps for Smartphones and tablets. I am also delighted to be one of the Writing West Midlands Room 204 cohort for 2014/15. By day I do something creativity sapping in operations management.
I have a dog, what writer doesn't? OK well, maybe the cat writer people have cats - anyway he's a Plotthound - what else? I write about him sometimes too. Occasionally I have a bit of a rant about life and other stuff, but mostly I write about writing, creativity and what I'm up to.
My proof copy arrived a couple of days ago and all I can say is thank heavens for proofs! A number of the pieces in this collection have been published elsewhere in […]
I have news – exciting news, for me anyway. I have finally managed to organise myself and get my first collection put together and finished. It is long overdue but with all […]
A look back at my list of failed resolutions for 2012 reveals an interesting story about what wasn’t quite as important to me as I thought it was. Much of my list remains incomplete, […]
Dead crow in the road its broken body disturbed by a thundering truck A wing, still complete and whole lifts and for a brief moment it appears as if the bird will […]
Today and the next couple of days are a time of reflection for me on matters that have little to do with writing. As I examine the scars of the past and […]