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Listen With Wicked Witch: sitting uncomfortably with Pérez-Reverte in my brain

Each peach, pear, plum I spy Tom Thumb Tom Thumb in the cupboard I spy Mother Hubbard Mother Hubbard on the stairs I spy the Three Bears I know that off by heart. And the rest of  Janet and Allan

Posted in Arturo Perez-Reverte, creativity, games, historical fiction, literature, narration, Writing, writing novels

What I’m reading now

Well, I am taking a few of my ten minutes (almost a month) for a holiday from England. I am going to the back of beyond to play Treasure Island and Swiss Family Robinson on the west coast of Ireland.

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Posted in characters, criticism, James Kelman, literature, narration, reading, Writing, writing novels

Ironic bombs: Jane Austen, Jennifer Egan and twitter

Are you on top of the technology? Jane Austen was. Yes, not only did she write beautiful, compelling prose, she also understood the technology she was using. I did not know that until I took a seminar with Barry Webb,

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Posted in Barry Webb, characters, criticism, irony, literature, narration, reading, Writing, writing novels

Valentine’s Day with truffles, Hugh Grant and lots of bedtime action – my Point-of-View

I can’t like Valentine’s day. If you need to show your love for your lover on a designated day, IT’S ALL OVER. It’s impossible to celebrate your unique bond in any restaurant in which a dozen or more other couples

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Posted in friendship, life writing, literature, narration, reading, Writing, writing novels

Really? Where do you stand on artificial implants? My conventional argument

I shouldn’t be writing this. There are many reasons why I shouldn’t be writing this. But among them are the pressing matter of my assignment (due today) and my shockingly under-read brain. But I can’t bear not to. Because the

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Posted in creativity, criticism, literature, narration, reading, Writing, writing novels

Come back god, all is forgiven – in the third person

The first time I understood that it  is all up to me – life, etc – was the first full day of my first child’s life. On the seventh floor of the hospital I watched her sleeping and fumbled with

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Posted in creativity, criticism, life writing, literature, narration, Uncategorized, Writing, writing novels

Flushing out the truth about telling stories with WG Sebald

Once upon a time many years ago I feared I had a stalker. I was working as a reporter then and would usually get home late and full of white wine. On arrival I would jab at my answer-machine to

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