Tag: Books

Naming the Writer

One of the aspects of being a writer, that I am currently contemplating, is the idea of a pseudonym.  I’m not wholly comfortable about publishing work in my own name.  I write this blog in my real name and that is okay but, at the moment, I feel uncomfortable about putting my name to anything…

Words in Cryogenic Suspension

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” – Saul Bellow. From midnight to 3am, while my village falls silent and stars twinkle against the vast blackness of the sky.  While most people around me travel to the ‘Land of Nod’ to experience adventurous dreams.  While…

Writing the Future

“Everything you can imagine, is real.” – Pablo Picasso. I received some lovely feedback from the tutor of my creative writing course, today.  My latest assignment was to write a play for radio.  I was particularly looking forward to this course module, for one of my writing ambitions is to write plays for the radio;…

Fictitious Identity

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemmingway. Today, I am reflecting on how to develop my writing career.  I am about to start the fifth of fourteen modules in my Diploma in Creative Writing course; which runs for over a year and completes…

Tess, From A Societal Viewpoint

Under Review: In this article I offer a brief critical review of one of Thomas Hardy’s (1840 – 1928) best loved works; ‘Tess of the d’Urbevilles’.  This story’s main protagonist is a young woman called Tess Durbeyfield who, following a chance meeting between her father and the local Parson, is seemingly compelled into the grand…

Out of My Mind

As I sit here, at my desk in my little country cottage in Suffolk, I am thinking about how to convey a self-profile of me as a writer, to my course tutor; someone I have never met and know almost nothing about.  I am studying for a Diploma in Creative Writing.  What would make her…

Finding My Way

I’m now in my sixth week of taking medication for Parkinson’s Disease (PD).  At first, the realisation that my day would be divided into five hour segments; the time between doses, came as a massive shock. Apart from when I am at work, I hate to be aware of time, let alone governed by it.  It seemed as though God…

Dead Poets and Therapy in the Written Word

In 2015 my Partner and I, with two friends and their dog (her name is Caddy), had decided upon a day boating on The Broads; a delightful and extensive waterway in the counties of Suffolk and Norfolk, here in England.  We hired a boat that we picked up at Suffolk’s Oulten Broad and off we set. Having…