Just one more, she wheedled, I’ll be fine! I can handle it and anyway, I don’t have far to go. I have just finished an embarrassing hour searching high and low for the bit of paper that has the co-ordinates and password for a blogspot site I started a couple of weeks ago – after a few cooking sherries, to showcase some short and some really short stories. I can’t find it. Ah crap. Continue reading Don’t drink and blog
I had the fullest use of the writer’s room at University today, being as I was the only one there. I did some work, had lunch, read for a bit and nearly fell asleep so comfy, cosy was I. This is where I spread out for a bit this afternoon. I find I work better when I have less distractions. At home I can be distracted by any number of things including West Wing box sets, laundry and refolding scarves. At University the chocolate machine is quite a hike – well a couple of minutes, so I tend not to … Continue reading Room for one
It turns out a very good chum of mine who knows our reader in residence Stuart Kelly from school, also knows AI Joe as they share a friend and met at a party. She highly recommended The Testament of Gideon Mack by our writer in residence James Robertson and has this to say: “I liked the Gideon Mack book. There were some very interesting ideas in it. It was also slyly funny about a very particular brand of raspberry-mouthed nippiness found in the part of Scotland where the story is set”. I love raspberry-mouthed nippiness and sly humour is a … Continue reading Edinburgh – 0.8 degrees of separation
“Good writers borrow from other writers. Great writers steal from them outright”. – Sam Seaborn, Deputy Director of Communications, The West Wing “Very many artists use this technique… by organically including parts in my text, I am entering into a dialogue with the author”. – Helene Hegemann looking at the difference between plagiarism and intertextuality Continue reading There’s been a mix up
For various reasons, financial and wardrobe restrictions not withstanding, I tend not to attend many soirees, candlelit suppers, receptions, launches and exhibitions. I used to and I miss them, so it was very nice to be sent – through the post mark you not online, an invitation to raise a glass to James Robertson, the newly appointed writer in residence for our course. Apart from the staggeringly bad canapes that looked as though even Iceland (not the country) had refused them for their frozen dinner pack – 6 courses for 16 people for only £3.99, the evening was most enjoyable. … Continue reading Not one of the magic sisters
Writing the Long Way Around 