Both Sides of the River

Today was the sort of early morning that looked like it would turn into a bright cold day. The kind of day that would be good for taking photographs. So I decided to make this record of my day, a day on both sides of the river. I left the house about 7:10 and the […]

Life After Life: The writing of fiction

During the late summertime of this year I wrote the first fiction I have ever written and submitted it as my dissertation for the MA in sociology I was then completing. Now, in early November, I’ve found this quote at the end of the novel I’ve just finished reading which would have inspired me had […]

Walking Through Time

Each morning, early, I would leave the place where I was staying and walk through time, all day. All of the days of the late summertime coming into autumn. I had work to do and the work got done, writing work that required so much walking, thinking and asking for help. “What was this like […]

The Art of Writing

This one’s as much a fieldnote as a blog post. Reminding myself as much as anyone else that sometimes the process of writing is helped by stopping and doing something different. Even if, as in this case, that ‘something different’ is going somewhere else and writing something different. Mid afternoon in the Lady Lever Gallery […]

Writing Down The Bones

I’m planning somewhere quiet to go and do writing. Somewhere to go and pull lots of thoughts, reading and theories together, but also to have some ideas I haven’t had yet. I have plenty of time but also a limited time to write what I’m going to. And in thinking about writing I’ve remembered Natalie […]

Taking the Day Off: In New Brighton

I’m sat here writing at a bench held together by ropes, that was probably made by pirates. It’s in Vale Park, just along the river from New Brighton looking across at Liverpool, and I’m perfectly happy. Here on a day off in the middle of the week. That best kind of a day off, on […]