Writers’ block. Everyone I know who writes – or tries to write – hits it some time. You sit down ready to spew a whole load of graceful prose at the page and nothing comes. Or worse, something comes but what you write is pure and unadulterated rubbish.
My contribution to a project featuring short pieces of writing from 365 days, as told by 365 different people over 2010.
September 1 2010 – from the3six5 Read More »
Enforced family gatherings, gift exchange and a general spirit of goodwill can get to even the most sane. It’s not that you don’t like or even love these people, it’s just that you’ve made a conscious choice not to live with them.
Was Christmas awful? Read More »
I’ve hit a strange crossroads. Part of me wants to write something new, but the stuff I’m churning out feels like a series of detached scenes. The narrative drive isn’t there. I have a notion where I want to take it, but I’m still getting to know the characters.
The snow in Amsterdam Read More »
What a close-to-perfect week the Fanning clan had in a remote French farmhouse, miles from the nearest shops with no Internet, no phones and no English language TV – we watched the French version of Wheel of Fortune twice and didn’t quite get why a small white dog was part of the proceedings.
A short break in France Read More »
This month, Manchester fails to charm, silly season gets too silly, I have an old fart moan about students and the book comes slowly together.
It’s grim up north Read More »
Sorry for the dreadfully irregular updates, but it’s been a dark and miserable time, which I hope I’m coming out of.
My world is full of dead birds Read More »
June is the month to prepare for family visits – Mr. Fanning’s sister and my own mother are book-ending the summer months.
Every now and then, my job takes me away from home for a week at a time.
A RIPE Meeting diary Read More »
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