PrimaDonna Festival, Suffolk

I’m not one for festivals. I freely admit I’m the last surviving human who hasn’t been to Glastonbury, Latitude, the Isle of Wight, Reading or anything else remotely festival shaped. Until three weeks ago. A friend and I decided to go to the very...

A life in crime

I’ve spent the summer looking at best-selling crime fiction. I started my career with six psychological thrillers, but one thing that a writer must appreciate is that the market changes: the readership changes, language changes, laws change, and technology....

Life in colour – my paintings

I took A Level art several centuries ago, and for a while considered going to art college. I didn’t take that route in the end, but I’ve always been really enthusiastic about art and art history. My novel ‘The Girl in the Green Glass mirror’,...

when life takes over

A serious lack of blogging on here – life took over! Moving house principally among them. My apologies. However, on the subject of life…… The traditional view – somewhat outdated, I think – is that creative artists, be they musicians,...

Only a dog

For all you dog lovers out there, my poem about an old friend – ‘Only a Dog’. Rain-printed marks on the kitchen floor; Out of sheer habit, I open the door To empty space, surprised to find he isn’t there. He isn’t there where he used to...