And should not be at the beginning of this sentence.

I don’t know what the key to this whole writing thing is. I’ve spent the last fifteen years trying to find out. I must have read fifty books on the subject. I think maybe its clarity. So much writing is just filler, or confusing sentence structures. It becomes a kind of music. I know I…

The Drinker’s Fallacy

I might need to apologise in the morning, but…   Is this a poem? –   I stood in my kitchen staring at the floor, so many gatherings happened here, and now I am hungry and the kitchen is empty.   Or just a sentence that has fallen down a stair case? Splitting a sentence…

The Obscene and Criminal Malice Inflicted by Time

You know when you lose your TV remote and it drives you crazy. You look everywhere. You search frantically, chucking the pillows off the couch and lifting it up to look underneath. You check under newspapers and lift up the rug. How can it have disappeared? It’s a TV remote! After looking everywhere you finally…

Comedy: the runt of the genre litter

I think there should be a movement in literature. Humour needs recognition. Movies, television, theatre, music, they all have a legitimate genre section. So why not literature? I went to my local branch of Waterstones to find something to tickle my funny bone. It’s not easy. Where is The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? In…

Hermes, the Forgotten Blog Master

Basic things seem unbelievable when I transpose them into prose. How can I possibly be believed when life is so absurd? All I want to do is recount my life. This is impossible. Even if nothing worthwhile has happened it still seems strange and unusual. I defy you to write about your day without seeming…

Mellifluous Ramblings

The problem with reading dictionaries is that you find yourself writing words into your prose that you are certain you would not understand yourself if you came across it in someone else’s book. But that’s how vocabulary grows so you should never shy away from it. The context should carry the word anyway. And if…

I Left my Words at the Airport!

I wrote a couple of paragraphs for my next book on my work laptop yesterday morning. I was on a small propeller plane on my way to Manchester. It was early and the flight was short. I took out the laptop and got typing. I liked the words that fell from my fingers. They were…

You Read, I’ll get Started on the Dishes.

It is time to attack my flat with an aggressive attitude towards tidiness. I must drag myself away from the page and clean this mess. Thinking straight in this environment of disrepair is near impossible. How do things get so out of control? There are bowls of finished pasta strewn about. Cups of consumed coffee…

The Periodical Son Returns

Good afternoon blog, and readers of blog. It’s been a while but here I am, back from the swamp of words that is novel writing. And I have some exciting news! So brace yourself. Sit back in your chair and hold on to your laptop for safety, this is bracing stuff. In a way. I…