I’m a little bit fixated on the dynamics between inner and outer worlds at the moment. The concept of duelling of polarities within one entity. The Scots call it 'Caledonian Antisyzygy'. I don't know what you call it when you're from London.
Solitude is the school of genius. Or so said Edward Gibbon. It’s one of those widely accepted things that if you’re a writer you must be, in some way, antisocial and a little bit weird. After all, writing is supposed to be inherently solitary. Why? Because the only fingers than can put your words on … Continue reading Dear Writing Buddies, You The Best
A Short Story In defence of Jackdaw Scrummach, it should be recorded that he was never very good at saying no. He wasn’t exactly a ‘yes-man’, but he was certainly not a ‘no-man’, and that was why he ended up knocking on Polly Seton’s door so terribly early in the morning. Or rather, why he … Continue reading Another Kind of Luck : A Short Story
