Heading into the weekend with some old ideas

I think this album came out in 1973 and I have loved it ever since.  I have been round the world since then, raised a family, been married twice, work as a teacher, a salesman, a retailer, a farm hand, and a Nuclear Physicist. But still I come back to some of my teenage music.Continue reading “Heading into the weekend with some old ideas”

The Monk’s advice to a bunch of Fairies.

They sat in a lovely Fairy Circle, with the Monk E at one corner, confusing the dimensions of the place. The Fairies had enjoyed the tale as far as the bit about the 4th and 5th dimensions, as they really could not visualise these two concepts. They had, however, discovered that the Monk E wasContinue reading “The Monk’s advice to a bunch of Fairies.”

Dealing with Critics

I got it again recently. Criticism. “Your books just aren’t funny” “Your writing is crap” “My five year old can do better than that” I am sure every writer has had this kind of criticism.  And it usually hurts most when it comes from friends and family. Though it is actually very easy to hitContinue reading “Dealing with Critics”

10 Authors who dealt with Rejection.

  You and I love to write. It’s a special gift and a privilege we have creating story’s, sometimes just for ourselves, for our families and friends. But we all reach the point when we believe in what we write and we want to see it published – and we’d also like to make moneyContinue reading “10 Authors who dealt with Rejection.”

Daft Elves and Time Travellers

“You’re on the ball now!” Wayne adjusted his underwear and sat more comfortably. “Do you know about the Witch King?” enquired Wayne, with a slight look of pain in his eye; though it may just have been  a tear of sympathy at his former predicament; or maybe it was irritated by mushroom spores that wanderedContinue reading “Daft Elves and Time Travellers”

Prelude: That what must it be.

Two Black holes collided and ate each other without really affecting the fabric of Space-Time, though that has nothing to do with our story. There is a disturbance in the River of Time, wallowing through the sludgy rising tides in the Sea of Life; churning undefined particles from the beginning to the end of theContinue reading “Prelude: That what must it be.”

University Twerps

There were just things that drove me mad. It was the posh boys that did it. You see, they had failed at school and all of their rich mates had gone on to study in the 18th Century at Oxford and Cambridge. Coprolite Studies in city’s trapped inside their own indifference; twas ever thus. PlayingContinue reading “University Twerps”