C’mon, Writers! 5 Reasons To Ditch The Rivalry

I’ve been hearing a lot lately about rivalry in the writing and publishing industries. And it’s a sad state of affairs. Because it’s complete and utter nonsense. Rivalry is an alluring demon for authors (and, indeed, reviewers). For one thing, the very nature of writing  – a solitary activity, which rarely if ever allows for human interaction in the physical act itself –…

Flash Fiction Runners-Up Too

Today’s an emotional day, when I say goodbye to the old Book Title Generator/Flash Fiction Competition. I find myself worrying about whether the people who were so close to the ones who were so close to the one that won (yes, you read that right) know just how good their entries were. I’m hoping that by seeing the…

Flash Fiction Competition Runners-Up

There were 2 runners-up in the Book Title Generator/Flash Fiction Competition which were very close.  Then there were a further 3, which were again very close to the ones which were close to the one that won. Got that? But anyway, in the interests of not trying to be all things to all men, I’m forced…

Flash Fiction Competition Update

Some news on the competition front! Remember the Book Title Generator/Flash Fiction contest? Which closed for entries last week? And which will enable one lucky entrant to end up with a lovely €/$50 Amazon voucher to spend through the computer of their choice? Well, I don’t have a winner yet. So don’t get excited. What I did get…

Book Covers Are Judging Me

Sometimes it feels like the publishing industry has us all boxed off into dastardly delineated categories. We are either readers of crime, science fiction, sports autobiographies, or bird-watching manuals, but never all four. Everything must be packaged according to its genre, and there are labelling rules.   Chick-lit novels use loopy fonts, and have caricatures of shoes and dresses on…

Life, Books, and Everything

There was no blogging to be had last week, because there was nothing I could write about. Sometimes things happen in real life which make pretty much everything else pointless.  It seems to me that writing, or indeed the making of any art, might be helpful for understanding the human condition, but only after you’ve already understood it. It’s no good at…