Death of a Devil – Week One

Well hey there. It’s been a while. What have you been up to? Me? Oh, I wrote a book. Another book. I think – save for a post celebrating Danny’s first birthday –  I last posted here when I was in South Africa last October. That was the week I started work...

Not The Booker Prize Long Long Longlist

  OK, this is huge news (for me). I’m on the Long long (long) list for the Guardian’s Not The Booker Prize, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been on a good list, as opposed to one of those “People we’ll round up when our day comes” ones. I am genuinely excited....

Saturday Sonnet #8

  ‘process’ I sit before a screen devoid of words and wait for something smart to come along. Ideas, skittish as a flock of birds, are steadfastly withholding their sweet song. This moment – now – the doubt begins to speak Of how the things you write are...

Saturday Sonnet #7

Having spent the weekend at CrimeFest, I’ve become familiar with the dangers… So, in tribute, I wrote a Sonnet…   <Insert Obligatory Somewhat Buzzed Publication day Gin & Beer Pic> On The Dangers of Believing What Authors Tell You...

Saturday Sonnet #5

friday In hindsight, some despair is evident, But, hey, what else are you supposed to do when pheromones, it seems, are heaven sent, and order you, put bluntly, to go screw? Whilst every single Gay in London town Comes freshly from the Spa or from the Gym, you squeeze...

Saturday Sonnet #4

For Rebecca Chance, who asked for it… Death of a DIva My life, it seemed, had ended on one day Until I came across a certain bar And thought that I could turn the grim to gay Which thus explains why we are where we are. My star turns life’s been ended premature...