An interesting thing I found when I crunched the numbers on what I read in 2016 is that it included a surprising amount of non-fiction. This may be related to my love of podcasts. Apparently this is #TryPod month, which is silly, but a good excuse to talk about the podcasts I enjoy.
It's a hot and sunny day in Manchester. It's just over a year since I first visited, with the feeling that I was about to spend a lot of my time here. My current lease ends in three weeks' time, and I'll be in Warwickshire for the summer, but I'll be back to finish up... Continue Reading →
Every train journey home feels like time travel. My sense of place is linked with my sense of home, and my sense of home moves around with me. I have a home in Wellesbourne, and as long as my parents are living there, I always will. But I ripped out my sense of home when... Continue Reading →
I've reduced the number of works I'm making available on the site, in order to have a more honest go at having stuff published. This short story was written in July 2013, which seems a world away, and was put in front of the London Road Irregulars, which was a lovely support group that fizzled out... Continue Reading →
It's a new year, it's a new post, on the old blog, for you. And it's almost good.
So, November 1st I embarked on NaNoWriMo 2015, which is a challenge to write a novel - beginning, middle and end - of at least 50,000 words between November 1-30. It's only the 25th, but I'm calling it a day at roughly 22,000 words. And yet, I would say that this month has been a semi-success.
A whole fortnight since I last posted! That will never do. It's been a steady couple of weeks. The Monday I met all my poetry compatriots - about 8 others in this semester's seminar, with a couple more hanging around, plus the 40-60 others doing prose and screenwriting, and had a lovely time devouring the free... Continue Reading →
After a brief stay at the old homestead, I am now firmly in the arms of Manchester, Jewel of the North. I arrived beladen with bags on Thursday, so I'm four days in now and starting to get the hang of the idea. The new room's good, spacious, with a cool old wardrobe with a... Continue Reading →
I announced on Facebook last week that I'd been accepted into the University of Manchester to do an MA in Creative Writing, with a focus on poetry. Obviously, this is a big step, and one I'm very happy to take. Even if the small matters of money and work and housing have yet to be... Continue Reading →
It's been a bloody long week, and not just because I skipped an instalment of my adventures. The fun news that I'm only going to get 18 hours per week for the forseeable, stripping my budget after rent down to what I got on the dole, has inevitably cast its shadow over my general demeanour.... Continue Reading →