Make Believe
I spent my entire education wondering if there was anything I was good at. I discovered that I could fake various abilities with reasonable effectiveness, but I never seemed to excel at anything much. I knew I could write, and that was a useful tool to fuel the illusions - I could knock together a decent essay on runrig agriculture in the 16th century without actually needing to learn anything. But it never occurred to me that writing could be an end in itself.
That's a shame, because I wasted most of my life chasing the corporate dream, when I could have been spending time with the far more real lives that I've now discovered how to invent. With two books out there in the world, another simmering nicely and one keeping warm for now on the back burner, I at last realise the pleasure of a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and these phantom people beside me, singing in the wilderness.
I can only hope I've not left it too late.
Playing With My Crayons
It's easy to become obsessed by detail. At least, it is for me. I've long intended to produce an illustration of each of the main aircraft in The Larks, but each one takes so many hours that it's taken years...
Bestriding the Genres
I'm on a roll here! Inspired by actually getting something finished and published, I've now completed the...
The Larks Amending
I'm somewhat ashamed to see that nine years have passed since The Larks was published. It's sold in decent...
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