Mr McGuffin is back for some seasonal shenanigans, in which he’s visited by 3 characters who have a bit of a bone to pick with him…
Mr McGuffin’s Christmas Carol
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The Last Book You’ll Ever Read
What’s more important to a book lover’s legacy… their last words, or the last book they read before they die? What might our last reads tell us about ourselves, life, death and all the rest of it?
A Passive Aggressive and Yet Somehow Loving Exchange of Views With My Internet Profile
My Blog sits me down for a difficult heart-to-heart, questioning my loyalty, sanity, and ability to survive without posting imaginary conversations with inanimate concepts. I have to admit, it has a point. Not that I’m admitting it to My Blog.
Hey, Writers! Be Careful What You Wish For
Is it ever possible for a writer to be happy with what they’ve achieved? Or do the goalposts keep moving? Today we ask a most un-Christmassy question… is it much harder to succeed when you’re a success?
5 Bloomin’ Rules for Spring-Cleaning Your Overwintered Manuscript
On what felt like the first and long-awaited spring day of the year, I think about how the things we do in this season could also be applied to fiction that’s been in hibernation for any period of time.
(And if anyone dares to make a comment about how writing a blog post about something instead of actually doing it is the ultimate procrastination, I will sic Tark and Mara on you.)
Tark and Mara Find A Champion For The Super-Rich
Dublin’s richest miscreants further their takeover of that awful Spalding woman’ blog, and their plans to turn the wealthiest 1% of the world into figures deserving of unconditional love and adoration. It’s all downhill from here.
Tark And Mara Reluctantly Agree To Appear On That Dreadful Blog
Tark agrees to make a reappearance on that dreadful Sparkling woman’s blog, much to Mara’s disgust. However, as always, all is not as it seems. Tark has his own agenda, and it’s one which just might change the entire world.
Why Writing is Like Sitting in Rush-Hour Traffic Without Much To Worry About
Occasionally, I turn abstract thoughts into shamelessly shallow analogies and set them down in this blog. Nobody ever asked me to do this, which is precisely why I do it. I will now attempt to link driving in heavy traffic with the business of writing. You have been warned.
Why You Should Never Live With A Woman From A Historical Period TV Drama
We can’t get enough of these modern historical TV dramas! Such feisty heroines! Such swashbuckling storylines! Such bosoms! Seriously, there are bosoms everywhere! Wouldn’t it be fabulous to have such excitement in real life?
But hold on a second… what would this mean for your olfactory well-being? Your ultra-modern duplex? Your HONOUR?
5 Booky And Bloggy Things I Need To Tell You, Sloppily Slapped Together
I have some things to tell you. They might even be interesting. However, none of these things would warrant a full post on their own, so I’m employing a cunning and never-before-seen trick of grouping them together. Today’s post concerns political tactics and vote-bashing; the Dublin Writer’s Conference; the fiction of literary fiction, and why it’s SO difficult to be right all the time.
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