Happy Hogmanay! Since 2017 is on the way out, it’s time to reflect on the year of covfefe and see whether I kept any of the resolutions I made in my 2016 review…
Yesterday felt to me like the first day of winter. It was definitely the first day of condensation concealing the view from the bedroom window. It was the first day I could see my breath on the air as I walked through the park in the morning. It was the first day I spotted frosty bits in the shadows (see feature image for evidence). Continue reading “Feeling Strangely Fine (PS NaNo is Coming)”
I don’t always take notes when I’m reading. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it’s pretty rare these days. I’m more likely to take a photo of a passage I like and put it on Instagram with a linear tilt shift filter over the salient point (hashtag ‘relatable’).
A lot of writers have day jobs. Making a living from wordsmithery alone is not as easy as it was in the days of Shakespeare, when all you had to do was be one of two local writers that could hold a quill in order to go down in history. These days everyone with a notes function on their phone can have a go, slush piles are the size of the giant redwood, and rather than trawling through them publishers turn to the equally underqualified beautiful celebrities instead. I think that’s how it works, anyway – this précis is brought to you by much reading of articles on the state of publishing today and not through direct experience of having my own work passed over in favour of very tall footballer Peter Crouch. Continue reading “When Writers Commute”