Category Archives: a writer’s life

Two things the demons taught me

January and February? Gah! What are they for other than self-flagellation? With festivities just a liver-scarring memory,  the nights long, and the days hatefully grey… I usually use the first part of the year to brood like Milton’s Satan on the … Continue reading

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A pre-Christmas ramble

My double life requires me to switch from working in advertising agencies, back to picking up the threads of my creative life and vice versa. My most recent agency stint was with a lovely crew at DDB Remedy in London, … Continue reading

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Precious time

I’ve spent the last couple of months with little time. I’ve been commuting to London to work in an advertising agency every day (a four hour round trip). The Gods of Freelance then added in more work for me to do on the … Continue reading

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A mixed bag

I have been working hard on my children’s story The Second Kind of Darkness in the last two months. The end is in sight. Putting the story aside for a few years has really helped. Time is a great editor. I’ve … Continue reading

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Stick or bust?

When is it sensible to give up? Persistence we are told is a characteristic of success. Against this idea, I always think about sunk costs. An agency pal once explained to me there’s no sense pouring money into a project because you’ve already poured … Continue reading

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In praise of nothing

  I  wish you every happiness for the new year. On the last day of the year I attempted a deathless piece about 2016. But in trying to write it, I kept descending into pompous windbaggery. My conclusion was that kindness is good, and that … Continue reading

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Nostalgia, and other news

This time last week I was in Guernsey. I loved every moment of it. As soon as I set foot in my home parish of St Martin’s I feel surrounded by magic, and weirdly rebooted. The lanes are sedimented with decades … Continue reading

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