Author: ivan

Adjusting to new working conditions, Ivan tries something different to get the writing bug fed and watered again.

Where the author compares himself to a duck, for the purposes of procrastination and distraction. Quack. And indeed, quackers.

Some days are doggerel days. And this is one of them. Join me on a trip down memory lane, and laugh in the face of pentametre.

Post-rationalisation rationalisation. Or why it’s ok to read a dictionary in bed.

Ivan eats some metaphysical crackers

Anxious all-sorts are sometimes best left in their heart-shaped box.

Being self-employed is a world away does not equal working from home. And the sooner your author accepts this, the easier his life will become.

This week, I expect there will be some new readers of this blog. Welcome. Pull up a pew*. Although if you really believe that this is a church you are sorely misguided. But now I mention it, the Cult of Monk Quixote has a certain ring to it. So on second thoughts, pull up a pew, give me all your cash and start wearing odd clothes (you’ll soon discover that I believe the concept of things matching to be vastly over-rated). Anyhoo, welcome one and all. Or as is infinitely more probably, one.

Don’t open ketchup bottles that have been in the sun all day.

The most common complaint I am hearing from those that I have shown the blessed (bless-ed?  CURSED) debut novel (fragments, don’t get excited Laurence), is that I am making it a bit harder to read than it should be – in a technical sense. My problem is this (Tom is the main character): I (narrator)… Continue reading Narrative voice – help please….