August 13, 2020 in Dag

I am the little red engine – I think I can, I think I can

Everybody knows the story of the little red engine. How it gets to the bottom of a big hill and it’s not sure whether it can climb it or not. But it keeps on saying, ‘I think I can, I think I can,’ and in the end it manages to get to the top. Well

August 6, 2020 in Dag

Up, up and away

Over the last few weeks I’ve done grumpy posts and I’ve done self-deprecating posts. Now, in order to demonstrate that as a writer I’m fully capable of displaying a broad range of emotions, I’m going to settle on a new one today. I’m going to get all soppy and sentimental. I’ll just gently brush a

July 30, 2020 in Dag

What’s so bad about imagining better worlds?

I write fantasy. I make stuff up. I use my imagination to invent strange new worlds where extraordinary things happen. Sometimes, I can’t help feeling like that leaves me at a bit of a disadvantage.

July 23, 2020 in Dag

The only role I know how to play is me

Last week, I wrote a post about how I’m terrible at lying. This week, I thought I should continue on the same line, i.e. things I’m bad at. Come to think of it, I reckon if I kept going on this theme, I’d have enough posts to last for the next three years. But it

July 16, 2020 in Dag

I’m a terrible liar, but I tell great stories

I’m the world’s worst liar. Always have been. Always will be. Whenever I try to tell a lie, the giveaway signs are obvious. I fidget. My hands go all over the place. And I can’t stifle the telltale smile that breaks upon my face. Anybody within a mile or so can tell right away that