As a heatwave grips the UK, the author reminisces on a childhood by the sea, and wonders how he has now managed to become landlocked.
As a writer, do you ever get those writing days where time seems to go backwards and the tick of a wall clock is louder than your thoughts? I do, on a regular basis. I refer to them as ‘humdrum days.’
Humdrum, has an almost onomatopoeic feel about it. The Oxford Dictionary lists it’s meaning as….
Earlier this week I was interviewed by Paul Brookes over at The Wombwell Rainbow website.
We chatted about various writerly things including, when I why I started writing, my writing influences…
It’s Kandinsky weather: see the boy on the capstan
His telescope shrieking as it dashes against boulders
He never went much for rivers…
Have you ever considered poetry to be a crime? It seems, since the pandemic, some legislation, here in the UK, has crept in through the backdoor. Read on to find out more.