Website

I think I do need one – mainly to grab together all the loose bits of ‘me’ information out there. My brother has promised to help ‘build me’ one but in the meantime here’s a mock up of the opening page I would imagine to exist out there in web-land – sort of.

If he’s really clever, and I think he is, You, the public, will be able to click on a photo of me and find a short biography; click on various books – Hoxton, Dog, and other tales, Going out in the midday sun, The hundred and fifty-eighth book . . . and a notebook perhaps which will then reveal a page of my sketches and musings over characters/places/overheard conversations, etc. Oh, and a few links to this blog and the another one, Goodreads reviews, and so on. Simple.

He said it’s a bit like writing a book only easier . . . for someone who has just about mastered turning the computer on and off, the idea of ‘building’ something like his own wonderful website is utterly beyond me. Watch this space, as they say . . .

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The loneliness of the any-length writer

I’m not moaning; no-one makes me do this – write things, but it is a strange, solitary occupation. When the process is going well I’m friends with my words, and the world is a buoyant place; or on those darker days when someone says something that throws doubt on one’s efforts, the words become futile things – hopefully temporarily.

But we (writers, and anyone involved in a creative process) need people to say things, and not just ‘hey, that work’s really well’ but comments that cause us to stop and think; re-work, break down something that might have been considered finished and look again.

Then there are the days when someone unexpectedly says something that makes the whole ridiculous activity worthwhile . . . “That book – the last one you gave me – it’s fantastic. When will it be out?”┬áThe piles of manuscripts, trial copies of books, notes on short stories, completed stories and ones still circulating in the brain – it all suddenly seems a useful exercise, something heading in a real direction.

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But if no one ever said anything about the work, would I still do it? Yes. I can’t imagine a day without writing whether it be a blog, a re-write, or a new tentative step into a new idea.