Who are you?
I don’t know.
[Don’t say that, say something humble and brave, about wandering and not being lost and how I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Quote a poet. Or a philosopher. Do not quote Star Trek. Please.]
I know who I am but I’m not going to tell you.
What do you write?
I write […]

Who are you?
A mass of fearons or is that leaptons trying to make sense of the world. No seriously I am just trying to make sense of the conflict that is life. We are given desires and dreams and then often the inability to make them real cos life comes along and makes it impossible. […]

Who are you?
It’s only when I crossed 40 that I realized I should do the thing I love the most, to write. So you could say it’s only since the last few years that I have no hesitation in calling myself a writer.
What do you write?
At the moment equal doses of fiction and nonfiction. Some […]

Steve Kane has me tagged. This is what I must do.
1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence.
3. Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog.
4. Name of the book and the author.
5. Tag three people.
So:
1. I look to the pile of books to the right of my keyboard. Under some pages I […]

Who are you?
A flawed but likeable character, often loved, rarely despised, aware that I’m not the man I thought I was and never will be, and given the chance, I’d slip back into the past, never to return. I’m also English to my coccyx, in the Monty Pythonesque tradition if you will, and sick and […]

Mark Twain said: “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
So, what’s the possibility of finding your missing, and now dead, sister wedged, upside down behind the bookcase in her bedroom? Well, hardly a real possibility (I mean WHAT are the odds?), but according […]