I have had a fascinating couple of days, attending, in spirit at least, an event called Fantasycon, held in the seaside resort of Scarborough. It isn’t the sort of thing I normally do and can only put it down to a moment of weakness when Jim Webster mentioned free wine. So I let him … More Free wine, book launches and poetry readings.
It was one of those days. The sort where the wind howls, the rain blows and all a man can do is to wrap his cloak more tightly around himself and press on. I’d been working. I’d been asked to read a few poems by the wife of an innkeeper who had some hope … More It’s wet out
It’s funny to look back on the heady days of your youth and the various pranks that one got up to back then. We were reminiscing over a glass of wine, as you do, when Julatine Sypent mentioned the incident of the tower of the three maidens. You can see from the picture that the … More Through a glass, grimly
It has to be said that it nice to feel appreciated, to feel that one’s art is at last accepted and one’s genius is valued. Thus it was with a feeling of genuine pride that I noticed how well Lambent Dreams was doing. Apparently, (and I have this on good authority,) on the Amazon chart … More Taking one’s place in society