The Rewarding Things About Writing A Novel

So I’ve written a novel. Still quite hard to believe it’s done. But it somehow is. A novel that started alone at home in Johannesburg and ended in a North East corner of London a year later. I wrote it in coffee shops, in bed, on trains, in restaurants and in living rooms. At 46 … Continue reading The Rewarding Things About Writing A Novel

Notes From A Muddy Island: Transport

It’s two months this week since we took the rather life changing trip from South Africa to the UK to come live and work here. Instead of one long post on everything, I thought I’d stagger it into bite sized chunks, dedicated to one topic at a time. Let me talk about transport first, because … Continue reading Notes From A Muddy Island: Transport

Bukowski – The Unlikely Hero

Discovering Charles Bukowski’s writing was a bit like discovering Pink Floyd. In both cases I didn’t know a great deal about the creative artist in question. But there was something that drew me to them. Some unseen force which made me pick up their product from the shelves and buy it. With Pink Floyd it … Continue reading Bukowski – The Unlikely Hero

Home is Temporary, Roots are Permanent

There’s a novel by John Steinbeck, a famous one called The Grapes of Wrath. It centres around a family (and many other families), venturing thousands of miles westward to California in search of a better life, escaping the harsh dust bowl of Oklahoma in the 1930’s. One scene early in the book depicts how the … Continue reading Home is Temporary, Roots are Permanent

North Sentinel Island and the Paradox of the Modern World

I try to avoid the news these days. ‘News’ as we like to believe it is not news anymore, but an interpretation of facts through the lens of the reporting entity’s worldview, beliefs or worse, ideology. It’s become a propaganda machine designed to make us outraged and sow division. It’s probably always been like this, … Continue reading North Sentinel Island and the Paradox of the Modern World

Johannesburg – City of Contrasts

Virtually any place in the world can be ‘home’ if you have your loved ones with you. Humans are incredibly adaptable in this regard. This week marks five years since I made the arduous move from Port Elizabeth to Johannesburg. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass without some observations about my adopted city. Many have … Continue reading Johannesburg – City of Contrasts

But I don’t think of you

One of the most profound lines I've come across in literature is a remarkably simple one - “But I don’t think of you.” About half way through Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead, our ‘hero’ and antagonist, by chance, eventually come face to face for the first time outside a building at night. Ellsworth Toohey, the antagonist … Continue reading But I don’t think of you