The first duty of the novelist is to entertain. It is a moral duty. People who read your books are sick, sad, traveling, in the hospital waiting room while someone is dying. Books are written by the alone for the alone. — Donna Tartt I open my latest post with this quote from the [...]
So in my previous post I shared some of the artwork I created for a fundraising auction for the rape victims support group called GRIP. Dealing with such a horrific theme set me thinking about this whole culture of rape and how it is possible for a person to do such a thing. It is just [...]
Been busy, so busy, so me no write for long, so long! Been busy with my master’s dissertation, been busy with my lecturing responsibilities and been busy trying to keep the company where I work afloat in a really awful economic climate! So yes, been busy! In addition, and this is pretty cool, I was [...]
swany - untitled performance January 2016 Today I feel all of my days, each and every one: each and every second, minute, day, week, month, year…hell, every milli-second of my existence. My meat aches, my bones creak, my muscles are stiff and sore, I move like something very brittle and fragile, like ice [...]
Death seems to be about quite a bit at the moment: my mom passed on at the end of last year and 2016 had hardly begun when the great David Bowie, Alan Rickman (he of Slytherin House and Nakatomi Plaza fame) as well as The Eagles’ founding member, Glenn Frey, popped off. The [...]
On Tuesday (19/01/2016) my family and I said our final goodbyes to my dear mother. We had her cremated and I have had her ashes with me since (18/12/2015). This is because of course this all happened just before Christmas, and so there have been delays as a result. But on 19th she was interred [...]
