Today, I’m going to take one of my regular little excursions into the world of music. I know – for someone who is supposed to be a writer, I seem to veer off into musical territory quite a bit. Truth is, I’d really love to be a muso. Unfortunately, a fairly complete lack of musical

One of the questions that we authors often face in interviews (or wherever) is “How long have you been a writer). For me, it’s quite easy to answer. I actually have the evidence. Let me explain. I started writing books when I was about five. I know, because I still have the books. Well, when

A couple of weeks ago, I did a post about how sometimes I’ve thought about being someone else, or using a different name for my public persona as a writer. That’s why there’s a touch of irony in what I’m about to announce. For the last three years, the title of this blog has been

I’m not famous. Not even close. Not even close to close. Would I like to be famous? To be honest, I’m not sure. I would like to be successful. I would like to be able to do the things I like to do (which is primarily writing I suppose) well enough that I could make

I don’t love my name. I suppose over the years I’ve kind of gotten used to it. But still, there are times when it irks me. Firstly, it’s too long. Three syllables is far too many for something as simple as a name. I think two is fine, and one would be even better. Secondly,