Fiction

The Scorpion Archipelago (Chapter 17)

The Southern Ocean, 6 miles north west of the Scorpion Archipelago October 31st 1997 c. 2pm “Look, we’ve gotta get him away from here; he’s lost a lot of blood!” She had to shout above the noise of the engines and the pounding of the sea, which had grown quite a bit rougher in the

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Fiction

The Scorpion Archipelago (Chapter 18)

Over the Southern Ocean, November 5th, late p.m.   “It’s so tempting.” “Mmm?” She didn’t even break off from kissing his stomach. “I just want to test it.” “Me too.” Her mouth continued its odyssey. “Put it in water and see if this arm heals any quicker.” Now Catalina did stop and looked up in frustration.

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Fiction

The Scorpion Archipelago (Chapter 19)

Over the Southern Ocean, November 5th, late p.m. Dirk had pulled a few strings, and the plane, with its brace of unwilling passengers, plus a couple of steroid-enhanced cabin crew to ensure their in-flight comfort, had been able to take off in the early hours of the morning, avoiding any prying eyes. Jim’s mood wasn’t

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Fiction

The Scorpion Archipelago (Chapter 20)

Over the Scorpion Archipelago, November 5th, late p.m. When Dirk bellowed his instructions about the parachutes down the plane, revealing the determination of the judge to pass sentence, Pete decided to weigh up his options. It appeared to be a rather lob-sided set of scales. The two heavies stepped forward to enforce the instructions. One

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Fiction

The Scorpion Archipelago (Chapter 21)

Over the Scorpion Archipelago, November 5th, late p.m. “Just keep flying. I’ll tell you when to land.” It had been worth, well, everything really, all the aggravation, just to see their faces. Jim had reached on reflex for his gun at the sound of the voice behind him, but had seen sense and handed it

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Personal

Well, I never…

…grieved for my father. Before anyone recoils in shock, I should point out that this only became apparent to me very recently during an on-line discussion with a dear friend. Having lost her own father when he was young, she asked me how my father died, at which point, I found myself struggling to type

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Personal

Time to remember

One of my first posts on here (see below) was about my mother, who had recently passed away. Today is the two year anniversary. At the weekend I visited her memorial up in the Midlands and placed flowers. My sister and her husband place fresh flowers regularly, which fade and are replaced. In many ways

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Personal

A time for reflection

I wrote in a short story that I wished my life could always be September, when the embers of a dying season wisp and glow. I think I had in mind, apart from anything else, the bonfires which my father invariably seemed to end up lighting at this time. I know that a lot of

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Fiction

A Conversation With Cain

My second ebook is now out on Amazon Kindle – called A Conversation With Cain. I have to admit I’m nervous about this one, as it’s certainly different from The Prying Game; a deeper book, perhaps – more of a slow burner – even though it is still a thriller. It’s surreal, that’s for sure

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Fiction

The Prying Game

My latest novel is now available as an ebook on Amazon Kindle. Please have a look – even if you don’t buy, you can have a quick look inside on the Amazon website. Here’s the link.  Happy reading!

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Personal

eBook Publishing

I read an article recently which stated it takes c.15 minutes to publish an eBook on Amazon Kindle…and so it might, if we’re just talking about loading the file and the cover, but the preparation has taken me weeks. As I posted on Facebook, writing the novel was the easy bit! There is a lot

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Personal

Red kite at night

I went for a long walk across the local farmland this evening. The harvest has been collected and the fields are being prepared for…whatever it is that comes next! It was amazing to watch how, in one field, the plough seemed to be leaving behind it a trail of white, as gulls settled behind it

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Personal

5-6am

I woke up some time between 5 – 6 a.m. today after sleeping really poorly. It struck me what a strange, rather emotional time of day that is. You know already you are going to be tired that day and that the chance of a decent sleep has gone. There is still mainly silence outside

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Personal

Here we go!

OK, I have taken the plunge, given up the day job and decided to try pursuing my writing career. So here I stand in a place with no waymarker, wondering which road to take. Like Bilbo Baggins, I have a road running by my door, with no idea where it will lead. Let’s see. I

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Personal

Shardonic

It has been surreal for me to watch the change in the London skyline of late. In my second novella – ‘In the Laptops of the Gods’ – published in 2006, you will find the city headquarters of the monopolistic computer company, KompuKraft, dominating the horizon. The name of the building: The Shard; a needle-like structure

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Poetry

A Midsummer Night’s Dreamboat

DREAMBOAT or The Poem of the Physicist   As I stood upon the land So the sea destroyed the shore The glittering huntsman’s armour sank beneath a sea of clouds, which broke in grey and white upon the city roofs. Perhaps starting that poem was my response to the charge in the air – my

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