Cat and Dog, or Writer versus Editor

Posted by on Nov 4, 2016 in Art in the Attic | 6 Comments

Some years ago I went for an interview for a job at a university press. It wasn’t a very exciting job and the pay was barely enough to live on, but I had enough experience to apply for it and I thought it might lead to Other Things. An HR person took me up to […]

Keats’ Fireplace

Posted by on Nov 1, 2016 in Art in the Attic | No Comments

‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ is the line people always quote from Keats’ ‘Ode to Autumn’. It’s a great poem, although on reading it again I can’t help feeling he might have overstated quite how friendly she was with the maturing sun. Still, those vibrantly crisp, clear days of October and November have their […]

Writer versus Internet, or Writing is an Act of Love

Posted by on Nov 20, 2015 in Art in the Attic | 2 Comments

Sometime during my student years I bought a card with a couple of lines from Jean Cocteau on it: Écrire est un acte d’amour. S’il ne l’est pas, il n’est qu’écriture.  Writing is an act of love. I’m sure Cocteau’s instinct is right, but like most acts of love, writing’s a lot easier when it’s accompanied […]

The Story So Far…

Posted by on Dec 15, 2014 in Art in the Attic | 6 Comments

I can’t identify a pivotal moment when I knew I was going to be a writer, although for as long as I can remember I’ve loved messing about with words and was lucky enough to grow up in a family where people read for pleasure. As a teenager I was always scribbling: bits of poetry, […]