‘Other’, the new site that they (whoever ‘they’ are) are calling “the best thing since a piping hot Greggs extra large sausage roll”, continues to publish quality pasties and excellent pies about all manner of writerly, artistic and creative endeavours. (Oh, sometimes I am so hifalutin that I amaze myself.) It appears to be becoming […]
If you’re still here, you’re a better person than I am. So let me send you away again. To Dogzplot. Or rather Reflective Dog, the non-fiction literary magazine part of the Dogzplot flashandpoetryandfiction literary empire, where I have a piece of, yes, non-fiction currently available. It’s all about my tragic condition. Please don’t cry (too much). […]
Have you got a poem in a new book soon to be published by Chris East and Catherine Maskell and their Bureau de Books? Well, funny you should ask, but yes, yes I have. Who are the other far more illustrious writers that I’ll find between its covers? There are people I’ve heard of — […]
Unless you’ve been hiding under … well, an elephant since about June, you’ll be well aware that the superb wordsmith and web personage known as xTx has declared this to be Elephant Summer. Since you’re all clever people who went through school, I’m sure you don’t need me to remind you what elephants are. That’s […]
… as in: you probably thought I was dead, but I’m not. But also: I have a piece of writing / fiction / prose (whatever you wish to call it) in the new issue of online literary magazine > kill author. You can read my contribution here. It features barcodes. It does not feature paragraphs. […]
Ex Cathedra is a new literary magazine that is “unaffiliated with any religion, except that of fine literature”, and I have a piece of prose entitled ‘Swallow’ featured in it. It’s in PDF format, so click through to page 80 to read my vague outpourings. Or rather don’t, not immediately, no matter how much you […]
People constantly ask me — as in no people, not constantly and never ask — about my raison d’être for writing. When I write. Which isn’t very often these days, seemingly. But when I do, they ask me. And since I am the quintessential shy, retiring type, I never reply. I just shift uncomfortably in […]
There now follows an impromptu address to the massed ranks of witnesses to the unreliable. Please do not whisper, fidget or pick your nose whilst I’m speaking. In truth, I hate entries like this. They’re the worst refuge of the self-important blogger. “Look at me!” they cry, whilst acting deliberately self-effacing and sternly instructing everyone […]
Gosh, that rhymes. Anyone would think I liked writing or something. But clearly not much. Anyway, enough about me. Really. Enough about me. This is an important public service announcement. If you haven’t yet ventured into the world of Writers’ Bloc, why the hell not? You should do. It’s good. Better than cheese. Almost. Where […]
If you think my writing is impenetrable, obscure, even pretentious, then standby for a revelation, for I am about to speak plainly. Or should that be write plainly? I don’t know. Indeed, I probably don’t care either. But whichever it is, I will be plain and simple and straightforward in the delivery of what I […]
With an uncharacteristic degree of self-confidence that briefly lulled me into thinking I might be a ‘somebody’ in online writing terms, I let Ryan Manning ask me a series of deep and meaningful questions for his interview site, thunk. Good luck reading to the end of all I said. I was clearly labouring under the […]
If you like messing about in boats, might I recommend dressing up as a drunken sailor and then dropping anchor at Six Sentences, where you will find my frigate flying its flag of convenience. Or something. I think that’s one too many dreadful seafaring puns, so I’ll stop now.
Hello. If you go to the rather splendid Corduroy Mtn. (they have very aesthetically pleasing fonts), you will find something I wrote. It is under my real name, too — a treat for all you stalkers. Additional note: corduroy is a very pleasing material to stroke one’s hand over whilst touching thighs. Not my own […]
Writers’ Bloc is a new site, a foolish venture and a pun that seemed like a good idea at the time. Put together by these unreliable hands, it’s a place in which, as the title of this post suggests, various people who probably don’t need any more reasons to spend time playing with words tackle […]
Whilst I don’t appear to be publishing any posts here — I bet you now regret doubting that whole series of entries in which I threatened to give up writing, don’t you? — I’m not above indulging in acts of egocentric self-publicity, especially when I have stupid numbers of people arriving here as a result […]