The African bush doesn't get much more remote than up on the Chizarira Plateau, northern Zimbabwe, in 1991. On a freewheelin' camping holiday that took us through South Africa, Zimbabwe and Botswana, six of us crazed advertising types crammed into a Landy and set off. To date, we had seen enthralling sights, and met interesting … Continue reading WHY CURIOSITY WON’T KILL THE CAT
The back cover blurb for the book is done - as is the first draft of the back cover, spine and front cover together. Would like to know what you think - too much info, too little, explain more, less? Oh, where the big gap is next to the pic of me, that's space … Continue reading The Back Cover Blurb- Your Thoughts?
Here's the cover of my new novel ' The Flower Bath Horror' - just completed it in one month for NaNoWriMo - whew, what a learning curve! Will be available on my site free for limited time soon. Let me know your thoughts re the cover, thanks.
Well, I did it - wrote my 50,000 word novel in one month for NaNoWriMo ! Pleased and chuffed - now for the revisions and tweaking the glaring and possibly hideous, errors and horrifying plot and theme gaps... I learned a lot - a great experience
(This is a re-post, in light of today's military takeover in Zimbabwe) Today's GPS, which even calculates the space-time difference between the ground and the satellite giving it information, is sadly not so good at knowing what changes have taken place on the roads it guides you through during the day. And so it was … Continue reading An unscheduled visit to Robert Mugabe’s presidential house
I never really liked school, and they weren't the best days of my life. So there, I've said it. I was an occasional bunker, but not so's you'd notice. On our school bus, which went to the school which gave me another chance after I'd been expelled from my previous school, there were a bunch … Continue reading THE DAY THE WHOLE BUS BUNKED
My parents are good country folk, my Mom was an English and Art teacher, and my Dad was a printer, and in his earlier days, a prizefighter and then legit boxer. They had already had their share of their wayward young son's waywardness. Now they had to deal with his expulsion from school. My worst … Continue reading SO WHEN MY FOLKS FOUND OUT
Hm. Things finally overflowed between me and my Head Master towards the end of my fourth year in high school. By this time, I had built up a long history of subordination, rebelliousness, tomfoolery, and even actual disobedience, which was reflected in up to six red stripes across my ass daily. These stripes were … Continue reading EXPELLED
The prep master that evening, when I had bunked to do the grocery shopping and political science 101, was our PT (Physical Training) and Geography master. We were not on cordial terms, either. So when he called my name at prep that evening, he asked me to stand up. This prevented any of my friends … Continue reading BUT THE NEXT DAY…
First days of anything are usually memorable, and so it was with my first day of high school, and of boarding school. All of eleven years of age (yes, I was younger than all my classmates) I was feeling sad to be away from my parents, and awed by the old buildings and new … Continue reading FIRST DAY
I saw them on postcards, and on the travel channel, in my wishes, and sometimes in a James Bond film. I never really thought I’d see the real blue blues of the tropical seas as they laze near beaches and shallows and islands and deeper channels. And then I found myself climbing on this skiboat … Continue reading Where there are a million blues before breakfast
Stories..or Chapters..? It’s long been a dilemma of mine. Whilst I’ve written lots of long form (mostly movies), I often find myself with a bunch of stories huddled around my imagination, waiting for me to write the next one in the family. Problem with that is , this is what the publishers will say ‘ … Continue reading Short Story…or Chapter…?