I’ve been working with the multi-talented American composer, Tim Risher for a few years now. It’s been both stimulating but also, great fun. Most recently, we worked together on a new song cycle for tenor and piano (Fibonacci Poems) and…
Some time ago, I could’ve sung these lovely songs written by the American composer, Tim Risher, but these days I restrict my vocalising to the shower or anywhere else where I can be sure that I’m alone. When I was…
I have just finished the third draft of my new Brighton novel, my third, Over the Hills is a Long Way Off. I will put it aside for a few months and then take a final look at it, but,…
I shall be reading from my about to be published novel, Blue Notes, Still Frames, (Ward Wood Publishing – ) on Thursday the 12th January here in Lewes UK. If you can make it, it would be great to…
I’m celebrating today and it’s not all about numbers. They figure strongly in writing the usually short poetry form the Fibonacci poem which is based on the so-called Fibonacci Sequence of numbers. The latest issue of the world’s leading…
Today is National Poetry Day here in the UK, so I thought I’d mark it – as I did yesterday, by working on a new poem. I tried to do what mostly works for me when tackling a new project.…
I’m sorry everyone, if you’ve been looking for my regular blogs. I’ve been busy all year on my novel-writing activities and decided to give the blogs a rest. Today though, yay, I finished the third draft on my third…
I have lived long enough now to have seen a transformation in the art of photography. Not that I’d call myself a photographer, but I been taking photographs since I was a child and I’ve always been entranced by…
The lively online writers’ community, Virtual Writers, has asked me to do a questions and answers session about my novel Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love (published by Ward Wood Publishing). It was enjoyable thinking back over the time when…
Wolfie Wolfgang reading last night Last night in Lewes, UK, there was a chill in the air and, or so I’m told, snow on the outskirts, but it was warm enough in the Lewes Arms, my local pub, when…