At the end of the year, everyone's counting something... businesspersons their profits, sportsmen their trophies, photographers their photos, musicians their songs, painters their paintings, and so on. Us literary persons must count the books we've read (for alas, counting the ones we wrote wouldn't take too long). This year I haven’t read that many paperbacks, … Continue reading How Many Books Have You Read This Year?
One of the most delightful, relaxing, and enlightening activities that can happen in bed at night is not the one defined in the dictionary by a three-letter word which conjures up spicy images, naughty, but that which passes with the lamp on and with a cup of tea nearby - reading a short story. … Continue reading I Love Short Stories. Don’t You?
Reading what you wrote a day, a week, a month ago can be a most painful experience, one that challenges your patience and sours your mood and makes you question your literary merits. ‘Bloody hell! Have I really written this drivel?’ It is with dread that I read articles, 50-word stories, and especially chapters in … Continue reading The Harrowing Experience of Reading Your Own Writing (a Day, a Week, or a Month After the Deed)
boy with a hat 