The subject for today’s post pretty much dictated itself, plans for the year ahead. The annual task of planning for the forthcoming year is always a fraught process and this time things were no different.
Tag: Life as an author
Blog posts that reflect aspects of life as an author.
Oh dear, dipping a toe into the warm and bubbly waters of the pen addict the other day resulted in me losing my footing and falling in head first. You see, I thought The Pen Addict podcast would probably have the space all to itself, so specialist must it be. Or perhaps it might share its audience with one or two other podcasts.
Do you have a ‘thing’ about pens? You know, the kind of obsession you don’t like to mention in public in case people start avoiding you at parties and on the high street.
Earlier this year, I watched a programme on the BBC about a painting that might, or might not, be by Modigliani. Some time later, I get part way through reading The Magus by John Fowles and find a reference to a Modigliani hanging on the wall of the house in which much of the action takes place.
I’ve been jotting down some new 50for30 stories recently and was fortunate enough to get one accepted on the FiftyWordStories website.
Like any sensible writer, I always make sure I have a note pad to hand for those moments when inspiration strikes me unexpectedly. That’s something that happens often, which is very inconvenient because I’m rarely in a position to immediately follow up on any fabulous new idea by adding some flesh to the bare bones.
I recently started reading a huge biography of Benjamin Disraeli, the nineteenth-century British Prime Minister. Although I already knew that he penned a few novels in his time, I hadn’t realised how big a part writing played in his early life and the extent of his output.
I’ve been watching The Peripheral on Amazon. I do love a well-made sci-fi film or TV show and the quality of production and acting on this one are excellent. It’s on a Friday release schedule here in the UK and has thus given me a little something extra to look forward to on the last working day of the week.
There is just one problem, I’d already read the book, written by William Gibson.
I’ve an admission to make. I have too many books. The shelves in the study are bursting at the seams. Double-stacking is common. There are books under the bed, (cook) books in the kitchen, books in the spare bedroom, books in the loft. They’re everywhere. Things have gotten out of hand.
