I grew up surrounded by fantasy and sci-fi. Maybe that's why it's what I love to write now. Bedtime stories were The Hobbit, Wind in the Willows, Roald Dahl. Daytime video viewing was Star Wars, Willow, Labyrinth and all the Disney films. It's still seen as odd if you're into fantasy and happen to be... Continue Reading →
It's all over. Both the year and my book. Completing the book has been my biggest achievement and one I didn't expect to happen. When I looked back at my New Years postfrom January 2015, I was surprised to find I'd gone beyond what I thought I could do. I completed the 2nd edit on... Continue Reading →
If you need some inspiration for gifts of a 'wordy' kind, then let me help with these lovely things I got for my birthday. First up, two lovely new notebooks for my collection. I like the clouds that appears on the pages in the Notebook for Dreamers. Next up a super soft pencil case decorated... Continue Reading →
You were full of promise, you were heavy with burden. The expectation of a nation, sat in every fold of your gross exaggeration You were filled with blood, you were kept in stone. In the killing wild, the precious child, laid the path for your bold body to be deified. You were ample for their needs,... Continue Reading →
"We are such stuff as dreams are made of." Shakespeare's Globe, situated in Southwark in London, was the dream of actor and director Sam Wanamaker. Sadly he never got to see it finished as it was completed in 1997, four years after he passed away. It stands as a testament to his perseverance, taking 20... Continue Reading →
The National Trust house Batemans is nestled in the East Sussex countryside. The 17th Century property is a nice place to visit anyway, but it has an added attraction as the home of Rudyard Kipling. I'm not the biggest fan of his work but you cannot argue with the importance of his works such as... Continue Reading →
This is a very sad day. I want to say something, but there’s not much I can add to what I said in this previous post. This says it all.
I recently started reading Terry Pratchett’s latest book ‘Raising Steam’, with a slightly heavy heart. Not because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, I knew I would, but because each new book brings us a bit closer to the time where there will be no more new books.
He has a very rare form of early onset Alzheimer’s and it’s meant that it’s becoming harder for him to write. He can’t type anymore and now dictates his books to his assist Rob or uses voice recognition software. With luck he can carry on for a good few years and he’s also said that he is happy for his daughter Rhianna to carry on writing his famous Discworld series so his legacy is safe. Still it will be a very sad day when he can no longer write books himself.
For years I’ve wanted to write him a fan letter and…
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It seems almost impossible that I should have neglected to find the final resting place of the author of my favourite book, Alice in Wonderland. And yet I did. I assumed that Lewis Carroll was interred somewhere in London or Canterbury perhaps. The truth is he rests in a fairly unassuming graveyard in Guildford, roughly... Continue Reading →
Exercise. Some people love it, some people would rather sit on broken glass than do all that jumping about. It would be stereotypical to suggest that all writers are in the latter camp, but there's no getting away from the fact that writing involves a lot of staying still to get the words on paper.... Continue Reading →