Simply having a story to tell is not enough.
Something Worth The Reading
Yourself And Your Other Self
So much for “privacy,” and “controlling” and “protecting” your personal data, eh?
Up From The Ruins
The holiday happiness all around me was not making me happier; it was getting on my nerves. I’m unhappy with certain other extended “family” so-called relationships as well. Other life issues are also frustrating me. It all became an angry jumble, bubbling under my surface as the day wore on. I was “overheating.”
While She Was Alive
Over the previous three years, I had also fictionalized her in three novels, the last being that one above. In them I included reconstructions of various real-life interactions and even disagreements between us from back when I was in my 20s and young 30s. She never knew I had sneakily done that.
The Questionings
I’ve been deliberately reserved especially towards younger members of the family. The reason for that is simple: aside from the first book of that trilogy, Passports, which is probably the closest I’ve come to writing what might be termed borderline “young adult,” my novels are not really meant for “under-18s.”
What Family Leaves Us
My grandmother is long gone. My mother is now too. My dad remains – and I know I shall miss him terribly whenever he too is gone.
Signs Of Autumn
I had thought I was writing with them still to be around for years to come. Abruptly we had the rug pulled out from under all of us. Suddenly those novels had become, in a way, in my mind, literary tributes.
Three-In-One
Whatever else I do or write, those first three novels will always mean so much to me. They are where I began. You would not be here if it weren’t for them.
For My Fiction
When I see authors on social media moaning over how their family doesn’t want read their books, I find I can only smile.
“Everyone has one novel in them?”
Within the guise of a lighthearted, self-interview, I explained what initially caused me in 2012 to decide to write my first novel.
The Winter Of Life
People do die of broken hearts, the counselor added…
Two Years Ago Today
My mom died on October 26, 2015.
A Black Day
October 12, 2015: A black day I’ll never forget.
Church At The Weekends
It’s another Sunday here in Hertfordshire, England. We went to church last night. As we left, this post began to come to my mind. I’ve never been what my late mother used […]
“But I can’t ‘unfriend’ a cousin?!”
Yesterday, I finally had enough. Three or four more appeared. I got so fed up with receiving Facebook email post notifications from a relation here in Britain that I went into the […]
