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  • Sink into mystery

    I’m talking about mystery stories, full length, often set in a different country and a different decade. When the real world, you know, the one that I hear about in the morning and evening news, scares me, I retreat into fiction, the comfort of a classic who-dun-it where the mystery is solved and there is…

  • A writing fiasco

    Ink and paper don’t risk my physical health but can damage my self-esteem. Once labeled a writer, one has an image to maintain, but that image of linguistic talent is a mirage, a shimmer in the far distance. Step closer and the glow fades. Make one mistake with the pen or keyboard and the ego…

  • “Notice what you notice”

    So said Allen Ginsberg. Yes, there’s a story in everything. My coffee mug, for example, though its narrative has no grand finale. Its history is beyond reach, but it is a lesson in paying attention to my world. Somewhere in the wider world there are probably many like it, but in my cupboard, it stands…

  • Paper snobbery?

    I’ve already admitted here to my addiction—nothing illegal or unhealthy—just pens and paper. Just? I’ll not live long enough to spread all the ink I have over the paper I own. I try, sort of, to control the urge to buy yet another pen or another notebook to wield with said pen. And because most…

  • A writer’s work is never done

    Writers, like homeowners, need a variety of skills, unless like Dame Barbara Cartland who had staff to do domestic work so she could sleep in and then write from her bed. She’s said to have written 723 books. And there was John Milton, a blind poet who “wrote” by dictating to his daughters, who then…