Author: ivan

As the Great Eric once said, when the cats follow the sardine tin, it is because they wish to perform on the Miaow Factor.

On feeling almost a writer. Or at least being someone with a writing routine. A ritting routine.

Most writers’ muses are ladies, or cats, or lady cats. Occasionally, very occasionally, they are cat-ladies. But I feel my own muse is an over-friendly cow, breath steaming and nostrils foaming. Its eyes are wild, and it has a purple sticker on its flank. And like all good city boys, I haven’t a clue if it is male or female.

A stream of consciousness about a stream of consciousness. A little messy in places, but then so’s my head. Soundtrack – The Mission, Sisters of Mercy, Ministry, The Cult.

I’ve been away. Sorry. I’ve been running, and working, and not-working. And most definitely not writing. But hopefully I’m back now. Here’s a little something about running.

Of mice and men. Or more accurately – of foxes and bees. More howling at the moon from yours tru dat.

Ever dreamt that you were offered your dream house, to live in rent free, but you had to give in to the dark side – literally. An officer in the Imperial Army in exchange for self-closing drawers?

On finding inspiration from listening to other writers. And tea. And occasionally, from intergalatic itinerant bees that have flown through Will Self’s brain and discovered at least two new forms of mucus and confectionery previously unknown to man. Or ear.

I blog about the process of writing and the insights I’m finding about how and what I like to write. About the craft. About the fun. And about the words.

A writer avoids writing by talking about running, with the excuse that it offers some insight into writing. Whereas in fact, it is simply a way of running away from writing. You see? Oh, and there’s a question at the end of the blog for once….