Day Thirty-Eight… On hold

I have edits to take in on Blonde on a Stick, so I won’t be working on Loss for the next couple of days. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Thanks for dropping by.

Day Thirty-Seven… Southwick to Amsterdam

2038 words No, actually, it was 1038 words. But I also wrote 1000 words of a new short story. The novel also crept over the 50,000 word mark. All in all, a very good day. One of the problems of writing a first-person narrative is knowing when to leave your character to his or her […]

Day Thirty-Six… Diary panic

35 words. I’d just got started when I saw a tweet from Tom Fletcher (the writer, not the McFly guy) about Hulme, Manchester and remembered I had to be in Hulme too, later in the day, to have my photograph taken and to read a bit from my novel at an event organised by the […]

Day Thirty-Five… Continuity Errors

1086 words. In my first novel, Head Injuries, a character’s eyes change colour. People who start a scene drinking from a bottle of cider end it by necking beer from a can. A car taken from an alleyway becomes a different make and model by the time it reaches its destination. It was a supernatural […]

Blonde on a Stick

The cover of Conrad’s new novel, to be published by Max Crime, in July 2010.

Day Thirty-Four… Nessun Lavoro

0 words. Another sleepless Zac day. Another workless Conrad day. Had to deal with unexpected admin. Normal service shall be resumed tomorrow, hopefully. Listened to: Granules of sand slipping through the hourglass of my life.

Day Thirty-Three… Nessun Dorma

259 words. Zac has suddenly decided that he no longer requires a two- to three-hour nap. He was asleep for thirty minutes today. I missed the morning slot, and was co-ordinating a Fiction Factory session in the evening, so that half an hour was the sum total of my output. Listened to: Zac, mostly.

Photographic Interlude

Perigee, Didsbury, January 29th 2010 It was Opposition Friday too… but I couldn’t squeeze Mars into the shot. My lens was too long.

Day Thirty-Two… Lovey Day

621 words. Zac (2) opened the curtains at 6 a.m. and looked at me, crumpled into my bed like something that had fallen from the sky, before declaring, eyes wide, hand outstretched, trying to convince me: ‘Lovey day!’ He was right, though. It was, and is, a lovely day. A friend tweeted that he had […]

Day Thirty-One… Out and About

539 words. Sometimes I like to get away from the chair and the desk and the screen and go for a wander. I like to find a good place to have coffee and sit and write in my notebook. This is a good place for coffee. This is not. If I have to drink chainstore […]