It was in that era that I decided to ride my motorcycle across Europe, through a large part of the USSR controlled Iron Curtain, to reach Asia and Istanbul.
Category Archives: Writing
We write a little history every day
It just goes to show that not all that gets passed down in the written word from those older times is necessarily all mighty revelation.
The ancient art of accidental preservation
Thousands and thousands of these manuscripts were re-purposed in this manner and who knows what wealth of history and information lies hidden in the spines.
The essence of our ancestors
A line in a book I am reading made me think rather too deeply about something. And that surely is the power of the written word. Something banal and taken entirely for granted can spark a sudden feeling, an emotion, and all of a sudden it inspires a change of perspective. The book is “TheContinue reading “The essence of our ancestors”
An interrobang, or a dog’s cock‽
It’s funny how as a writers we use common forms of punctuation without considering why in fact they exist in the forms that they do.
To KENP or not to make any moolah?
KENP stands for Kindle Edition Normalized Pages, so I am guessing the name was made up by some guy in IT rather than some seventeen year-old marketing whizz kid
More out of order than a Pulp Fiction movie
I was thrilled at the beginning of this month to release my third book. Ignoring, for a moment, my supernatural thriller novel, it was book two in my travel memoir series and was aptly titled, “It’s not as bad as it looks.” Book two continues and completes the story started in “Mistakes were Made” whichContinue reading “More out of order than a Pulp Fiction movie”
The challenges and opportunities of writing in multiple genres.
In traditional publishing it has long been the mantra that an author needed to pick, and subsequently, stick to a single genre.
A blog wot I wrote…
Language is a strange thing when you pause to truly consider it. And writing is another. Amazing what magic the written word can evoke.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
The belief was that the soul of the dead person could easily become entrapped within the hidden realm of the mirror, unable to depart and find peace.