Writing Mindfully


Writing expressionist novels leads me inevitably to write mindful literature. The technique of exaggerating the observed in order to explore its forces, forces me to create situations in which every human emotion is examined. This includes the fears and loves of the reader. The chapter in The Last Stop where Jack and Maria dispose ofContinue reading “Writing Mindfully”

The 60s


Don’t forget – A Short History of Anxiety, is free to download, from Amazon, next weekend. Most young people view the 60s as a decadent decade of sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. The only true part is the rock ‘n roll. The music changed everything, because of the dirge that had gone before. TimeContinue reading “The 60s”

Scratching my Head


What fiction authors do! They scratch their head. They do it when they write a plot and when they are finished and revising the plot, and when the revisions are finished and it is to be published and then, finally when it is to be sold. That’s when the scratching really begins! Marketing is theContinue reading “Scratching my Head”

So why do authors bother?


Why do we write We are exhibitionists, who want to be the centre of attention. Really? There must be easier ways! We want to put the world right. Dream on. The world isn’t waiting for us. We want to get rich. Stop laughing! Here is the truth? We have deep insecurities and writing about themContinue reading “So why do authors bother?”

Cold showers and broken tablets – But not from 50 Shades.


Goddesses rule! after a feisty fightback. Connie Grimshaw gets herself in a mess, by playing sex-games in book 1 of Goddesses. She gets herself out again by fighting the bad boys in book 2. Here is an excerpt, where she and her lover try to work through an Aubrey Beardsley moment. They play Venus andContinue reading “Cold showers and broken tablets – But not from 50 Shades.”

Lockdown musings about the hetero spectrum.


Scams during lockdown are rife. Here is a contrast between women at either end of the honesty spectrum.

Beatles Generation – We still had snow at Christmas but not much cheer.


I have started a myth-busting series of stories, about life in the sixties. There were good things, like snow at Christmas. If I am honest it was only the once where we lived in South London – and plenty of it. I could concur with Dylan Thomas’s description of, ‘pouring out the ground’. I rememberContinue reading “Beatles Generation – We still had snow at Christmas but not much cheer.”

Coming of age in modern Downton Abbey


The full story is available via Amazon, with all the twists, turns, love, mendacity, betrayal and sin and error, every romantic thriller should encompass.
Someone Tell Me What Is Going On – Millie Backhouse shouts as her life descends into confusion.
She sorts it out, of course.