Katherine, as you might know, is a very keen photographer. Much of my holidays are spent standing waiting for photos to be taken. Of course, if you asked Katherine I’m sure she’d say that most of her holidays are spent sitting in cafés waiting for me to finish a writing a paragraph. Of course neither [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Photographic Memories
Posted in Articles on May 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Buy The Book
Posted in Uncategorized on May 23, 2008 | 7 Comments »
The Book with the Missing First Page is a collection of short stories published by me which is available on Amazon to buy. You may be thinking, “But Alex I have already bought a copy”. I’m afraid it has come to the time to either convince a friend to buy a copy or to buy [...]
The lie in
Posted in Articles on May 22, 2008 | 16 Comments »
I’m doing a lot of early morning writing in my attempts to make some progress on my novel (13% completed of the arbitrary number I first thought of – thanks for asking). This has led to Katherine and I disagreeing on a matter of principal that only you dear Internet readers can answer. What is [...]
Mrs Fallon
Posted in Articles on May 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mrs Fallon was my first inspirational teacher. She was, as far as I could tell, completely nuts. She was my science teacher and she had bags of presence. She had, remember it was the nineties, a two foot beehive hairdo which was greying but was no less impressive. Her twin sons were the music producers [...]
About Gary and Fern
Posted in Articles on May 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Since I decided to become a writer I have been reading authors talking about their craft. The question beyond all others that they are asked is, “where do you get your ideas?”. It is as though there is some mystical trunk of ideas somewhere which authors use to come up with themes for stories. I [...]
Gary and Fern
Posted in Fiction, Short on May 10, 2008 | 7 Comments »
“Fern?”“Yeah, Gary?”“Fern, you’ve excreted some formic acid over here.”“Sorry, Gary.” There was a pause while Fern walked over and took a look, “Oh man, sorry Gary, I feel so ashamed. Eat me now. Seriously eat me now.” I looked at Fern, an ant who had hopped off a bus and into my life. Hi, I’m [...]
