Winter 2017

Winter 2017 Winter is always a great time of year for concentrated writing, perhaps more so this year with incessant rain and an almost complete absence of sun. Those of you in Europe have no doubt had the same experience, with record low levels of sun, high winds and floods. However, it's an ill wind that blows no good, and the good for me has been long sessions of concentration and writing while the log fire crackles beside me, the dogs soaking…

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Writing stop 30-09-2017

Today I drove west from Bridge of Cally, through some small villages including the world famous Dull, then found myself not lost, but not quite sure where I was -- but when it looks like this, who cares. I didn't get much written, but it was a spectacular place to stop and have a cuppa and catch my breath for a half-hour. Onward to Oban tomorrow, and a lunch of UK's best fish & chips.

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Indie Author and the Ford Cortina

What's an indie author got to do with a recalcitrant Ford Cortina? More than you might imagine! I suppose we all remember firsts. The first job, the first car, the first kiss... I wasn't an indie author in the summer 1974, but it was when I bought my first car. It was a ten-year-old Mk1 Ford Cortina, bottle green, the Deluxe version, and 1500cc. That first day of ownership, while driving home sticking to the hot vinyl seats, and fiddling with the radio, I…

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Kindle Countdown – Flank Street at 99 cents!

I didn’t set out to write about Micky, or Carol come to that. The rain was falling steadily, running down the small, below ground-level window, which is the only source of natural light in the boiler-room where I write. For some obscure reason it reminded me of a rain-soaked street in Sydney, Australia; a street I’ve walked down many times, both wet and dry. As I held that image in the back of my eyelids, a man appeared. Yellow streetlights reflected from the wet tarmac; he walked in the shadow of the plane trees, pulling his hood up against the unrelenting rain. He stopped, leaned against a tree, and waited. Right at that moment, I knew what I had to do.

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Whistleblower

Whistleblower - would you have what it takes? Whistleblower (whistle-blower or whistle blower)  a person who exposes misconduct, alleged dishonest or illegal activity occurring in an organization. The alleged misconduct may be classified in many ways; for example, a violation of a law, rule, regulation and/or a direct threat to public interest, such as fraud, health and safety violations, and corruption. Whistleblowers frequently face reprisal, sometimes at the hands of the organization or group which they have accused, sometimes from related organizations,…

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The Voyage of The NaNoWriMo

I’d seen the word, the name, but knew nothing about it. It was a mention on another author’s blog—+MJ Bush, I think—that caused me to look at what it is; what NaNoWriMo meant. NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is an annual writing challenge. The goal is to write a 50,000-word novel—or 50,000 words of a novel— in only 30 days. It seems like a tall order to average 1660 words a day. Being cripplingly introvert, my normal instinct is to close the…

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