Dreaming in fiction

Other people’s dreams are boring, aren’t they? In direct inverse proportion to how intensely interesting our own are. Don’t worry, I’m not going to detail mine, partly because I can’t remember them in the cold light of the grey January day that is today. But oh boy. They were vivid. And awful. I do remember … Continue reading Dreaming in fiction →

Review: Stephen King – On Writing

As you might expect from Stephen King, this book is very readable. It’s part memoir, part thoughts on writing, part chip on shoulder about snippy critics who think he’s too popular (very small chip. A chipette. And he acknowledges it too, so fair play to him). He gives background on his writing career and puts … Continue reading Review: Stephen King – On Writing →