Rien ne va plus

After much faffing, huffing, displacing and stressing, the second, agent-ready, draft begins.

Mouldy peach sunrise

I wake and decide to go for a chilly early morning 5 mile run along the Thames. I jog along dead man’s beard pavements covered in frozen chewing gum and dog turd

Learning the process

Hello blog. It’s been a while. I wasn’t very well. And real life is just so ‘gosh darnit’ real at times. The novel remains unedited. My diary remains unfull – I am practising my positive spinnery in anticipation of paid marketing work. Hence not ’empty’ – merely ‘unfull’ – which suggests that at any moment… Continue reading Learning the process

Writer as cartographer

In which the author compares himself to a cartographer, a small hairy mammal, and talks about towels.

Dreaming of an end

I had a dream where I pitched my novel as a series of author-based equations. Which I don’t think is the done thing, dear boy.