Reading Out Loud

A good writer has to be a big reader. But I think a good writer also needs to get comfortable with the sound of their own voice. Yes, you need to start reading out loud. But why? I hear you whisper. I hear you (just). Writers, on the whole, are quiet folk (alright Oscar Wilde... Continue Reading →

New for Old

I finally bit the bullet and got a new copy of Microserfs (remember how I told you it was so well read both the back and front cover had fallen off?) I'd wanted a copy to match my last one complete with garish, blocky yellow cover. Luckily there is eBay and I found a barely... Continue Reading →

Lewis Carrolls Grave, Guildford, UK

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 →

Finding Sanctuary in Libraries

For a large part of my life, libraries were my sanctuary. My parents were regular visitors and would take my brother and I in every few weeks. My child’s allocation of four books would rarely be enough, so I’d often use some of my parents allowance to pick up all my favourites. At school the... Continue Reading →

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