When hunger comes a callin’

Today we were treated to an hour in the presence of Dinty Moore, named for a stew and modelled on a cigar chomping ne’er do well. I have never met a ne’er do well and here was one asking me what bus to take to the Water of Leith in between passing on his wisdom of writing creative non-fiction. Working on my 20,000 word major project (which Dinty kindly offered to re-write for me, or at least cast his professional eye over) has taught me so much about the writing process; about my writing process, and I could have grilled Dinty all … Continue reading When hunger comes a callin’

Fxxk art, let’s dance

As I have said before, I don’t get art. I have a childlike wonder for anyone that can draw but my appreciation of the old masters starts and ends with ‘Cool!’ I do have a better eye and preference for photography, but today I caught sight of some artwork that held my attention. In the central library on George IV bridge is a cabinet display of the graphic fiction of one Mr Chris Kent. I didn’t read all the blurb because I couldn’t look away from the art but here; see what you think: Graphite Fiction by Chris Kent Continue reading Fxxk art, let’s dance

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

Forgive me my absence as I forgive yours. I have been working on my major project, which is scheduled for hand in on 05 August. I thought it was all going well, but now I can see it is total rubbish. I have chosen an all too predictable structure and as David Miller told us structure was everything, I can only presume my efforts so far total nothing.  Send talent, inspiration and wine in equal measures. That is all. Continue reading Absence makes the heart grow fonder?