Recently, I’ve discovered Flash Fiction. Or, perhaps, I mean rediscovered it. (It seems like I’ve been scribbling fragments of stories on scraps of paper like forever. And, whilst I’m still trying to figure out what flash fiction actually is, this short form of fiction seems to work well with me. It seems to match where …
I was delighted to win the Wild Word’s Winter Solstice Competition with my piece (a snippet of Memoir) Fox. It seems like a lifetime ago that I met Bridget Holding when she was facilitating a writers’ workshop at Lower Shaw Farm. (It was actually about eighteen months ago, as part of the 2016 Swindon Festival …
Perhaps it’s the lawyer in me, or maybe just the cynic, but whole swathes of social media have become too saccharine for my liking. You know, the lovely people from OTT PR, the gushing social engagement/brand ambassadors that ask you to write, publish and promote, 500 words by the day-before-yesterday. Not for free, exactly. There’ll …
Another dumb law? It seems like another example of dumb law. Last week’s press was rife with a story about the latest assault on our ancient liberties. Council proposes ban on blackberry picking, the Telegraph. Foodies fear Council want to ban foraging for blackberries, apples or mushrooms in case it damages the local plants, the …
