Me, Writing, in 2017

Obviously the above will change somewhat, but that’s the first short chapter of my new work-in-progress novel. My stated plan, for those just tuning in, is to write and publish a novella in time for Christmas. I began in August and it swiftly turned into a short novel, but – even with the length doubling…

E by Kate Wrath

Part fantasy, part western, part sci-fi, and all dystopia, Kate Wrath’s E manages to cram a great deal in, all while remaining a distinctly human story. Although filled with vividly described agony and bloodshed, it’s at its core a tale of companionship and loss, of a family unit trying to defy the awfulness of the…

Succubus Blues by Richelle Mead

Trashy, lightweight and superficial – yet I don’t mean any of that in the pejorative. This is a book which revels in being trashy, lightweight and superficial; it’s raison d'être is to be trashy, lightweight and superficial. It’s a novel which wants nothing more than to be a fun, sexy, albeit dark piece of fluff,…

Me, Writing (and doubting), in 2017

Sometimes I'm so overcome with doubt. After all, what I'm trying to do is hard. I want to make a career out of my writing, but that's – any way you look at it – going to be really, really difficult. There are so few people on this planet of ours who manage it, why…

Nixonland by Rick Perlstein

NIXONLAND is a huge, sprawling populist history of eight years of American history, that even with its generous 900 page length, feels like it has so much crammed into it. If I had the time, it’s a book I’d want to study. Not just for the glorious and entertaining detail of the book, but for…

The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith

Confession time: I’ve never actually read any Harry Potter (though I did make my way slowly through the films), nor did I do more than pick up and casually glance through A CASUAL VACANCY in a bookshop. So THE CUCKOO'S CALLING represents my very first exposure to the writing of J.K. Rowling. I have to say that one has…

Me, Writing about 1979, in 2017

The novella I’m writing at the moment (which actually has a chance of turning into a short novel) is set in London in December 1979. I know what events were dominating the news in that month. I know what was in the charts, music-wise. I can even find out what was on BBC1, BBC2 and…