Last week I was off work and it was nice. I did some gardening, spent a couple of nights away for my anniversary, and read a couple of books. At the end of the week, I also decided to have a bit of a frank conversation with myself about this writing malarkey. Continue reading “Holiday”
I just found this on Pinterest (because where else would I be on a Saturday afternoon when I told myself I’d get some writing and editing finished), and I felt the urge to pick it apart a bit (because again, I’m supposed to be working).
‘Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you’ve imagined’ – Henry David Thoreau.
Continue reading “Talking the Talk (with Henry David Thoreau)”

As a fiction writer I tend to feel like this is a stupid question, whilst as a journalist it feels amateurish and slightly redundant to ask it. Read their work and it’ll often become pretty apparent – Irvine Welsh didn’t come up with Trainspotting because he spent a lot of time hanging around Disneyland, for example.
I’m concerned that this year I’m being a little bit louche about NaNoWriMo.
(In case you are unsure, this means: Oblique, not straightforward. Also, dubious, shifty, disreputable.)