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.

National Navel Gazing Month

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