This is a thinly veiled attempt to increase my posting frequency without having to put a whole lot of thought or effort into it. So, thinly veiled, in fact, that I have explained my motivation in the very first sentence. But I bet you are now just itching to click through to find a few links, probably poorly formatted, with my ill-considered commentary attached? Read the rest of this entry »
Finally, after much procrastination, I have finished Richard Ford’s Bascombe Trilogy. That is, The Sportswriter, Independence Day and The Lay of the Land. It hasn’t taken me so long because the books were hard work, far from it. It has taken me so long because I haven’t wanted to leave the life of the narrator, Frank Bascombe. Read the rest of this entry »
The recent post about my fiction-writing exploits attracted a series of comments that have led to an informal writing/writers group of sorts being discussed and (kind of) formed. I won’t give it too fancy a name, as at the moment it looks very much like three people emailing each other with their stories, and feeding back accordingly.
So, do you write fiction? And do you fancy joining us? Read the rest of this entry »
OK, so I am finally, reluctantly, willing to accept the football season has started.
Other sports provide us with lengthy off-seasons, for us to collect our thoughts, take a break, enjoy other sports, and gradually look forward to the start of the next season.
Football gives us no such luxury. Read the rest of this entry »
What is it about that old saying that everyone has a book in them? Why do we all believe it? Is it reassuring just to know that at any time we could depart from our mundane lives in order to write the Great (Insert Country of Origin Here) Novel? Is it almost enough to just know we could do it, without having to actually go through with the messy business? Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 