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I just happened to look up and see three little tenors singing away to mum. “Where’s the sardines for lunch?” I’m sure these baby seagulls are indeed singing for their super!
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I just happened to look up and see three little tenors singing away to mum. “Where’s the sardines for lunch?” I’m sure these baby seagulls are indeed singing for their super!
I was at King’s Cross the other day, going down the escalator with a small suitcase. I have done this journey far too many times to even count. I’ve carried my bike on the train and tube. I’ve even … Continue reading
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I love mooching around. London has plenty of places to satisfy that craving. I saw this little lamp in a second-hand shop, and just could not resist taking a photograph of her. I played around a bit and … Continue reading
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I love drawing dogs. It comes from a childhood without a dog and with a great yearning for a dog. If I had been a wise child, I would have asked for a small dog, a dog so small you … Continue reading
There comes a point in every creation, be it a novel, a play, or even a biography, when the editing comes to end. But there is this niggling feeling something is not finished. You start to fuss with words here … Continue reading
Bah! The dreaded rejection letter! How does one handle it? I sent off my first novel to Random House in New York City. New York City was crucial, as that was where all the big books came from, or so … Continue reading
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A Rain Day spent on the River Thames… “Is it so nice as all that?” asked the mole, shyly… “Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the Water Rat Solemnly, as he leaned forward for his stroke. “Believe me, my young … Continue reading
Dear Agent Can I send you my very first novel? It’s only seven hundred thousand odd words. Errg…I don’t think so. A large novel is daunting. It just is. It’s physically large to hold, expensive to produce, and has … Continue reading
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I popped up to Oxford the other week and came back home to loads of post and a few letters to write. Actual letters on paper and with blue ink to post instead of emails! How quickly we get used … Continue reading
I first fell in love with pen and ink as an art form when I was in the sixth grade. My teacher Mrs. Van Den Berg, took some chalk and showed us that by a series of lines and cross-hatching … Continue reading