The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
Road Dahl was one of the iconic figures and lasting voices of my childhood. And so in honour of what would have been his 102nd Birthday, here are some excellent quotes from the master author himself.
They're just there. For as long as I remember their low murmur has been there in the deep parts of my mind, trickling down the back of my throat so that I can't quite taste them. My hands know what my tongue can't reach. They learned to form the letters like a printing press so … Continue reading The Words
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
Finishing your first draft is a highly emotional experience. Many people think that it is the end of writing a book but I'm afraid it is only the beginning...
Poetry is not my forte. But my single stroke of genius came in a traffic jam when I was eleven years old, resulting in this epic ballad about When Tiger Woods Hit a Golf Ball and it Got Stuck Up My Nose.
Picking up from where the last post left off, I ramble a little before making the decision whether it's time to abandon writing at last.
January was a long, bizarre, intense kind of month. It always is, I don't know why this still surprises me at round twenty-three. Perhaps it's because, with a year in between, it's easy to forget. First things first, I have been writing this past month, despite low energy and motivation. What matters is that (apart from … Continue reading What on Earth Happened to January?
After all this time, I finally answer some questions about The WIP That Has No Name.