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”
Tag Archives: Short Story
The day I met Elvis.
Elvis hadn’t left the house.
Perfidious racism in the middle classes.
Another serial for my followers. I know some are disappointed that I have stopped chapters from but the whole book is available for jJust £0.99 on Amazon.
Someone Tell Me! – Day 1
During C-19 lockdown, I decided to post chapters of my 5* novel Someone Tell Me What Is Going On, as a free read. I’ve now re-posted the first 9 chapters so that they are in the correct order. If you are interested in the whole novel, go to Clive La Pensée on Amazon or clickContinue reading “Someone Tell Me! – Day 1”
Someone Tell me! – Day 2
New to this series? Please check out Day 1 – Vera before continuing. The Rules. Tuesday. It was a beautiful July morning. I took my normal route to the café, alongside a stream full of watercress and tall grasses and late-spring scents. It followed the route of an avenue of fine old sycamores and chestnuts,Continue reading “Someone Tell me! – Day 2”
Berlin Life 2
I walk through the midday Alt-Tempelhof heat and cross the four-lane Tempelhofer Damm to get to the discounter supermarket. I should go to the Turkish grocer on my way, because I know that the discounter will make me buy a sack of onions, most of which I won’t be able to use. I will leaveContinue reading “Berlin Life 2”
Berlin life. Part 1 -Tubes
Open doors. A biology Noble Prize winner, once said, ‘The world is made up of tubes.’ Consider the human body as an example! Of course, tubes need doors, otherwise our longest tube, the alimentary canal, would be a disaster. We have a door each end, a few in the middle and a mobile door, drivenContinue reading “Berlin life. Part 1 -Tubes”
