Here in sunny Lewes, UK, I’m feeling guilty. I’ve been disloyal to this site for a few days – sorry about that – but I’ve been recovering from last week’s highly social diary. What with my novel’s London launch, my regular poetry events and a dinner party on Friday, I felt like hiding under my covers for a bit.
As I’m getting better I’ve returned to my study sensibly wrapped up in wool.
I’m on a frantic rush to finish my self-imposed deadline of finishing the second draft of my new novel before Christmas so I’ve kinda disappeared. It’s good, however, to talk to you all again.
If you don’t know Nicolaj Rimsky-Korsakov’s short (15 minute) single movement Piano Concerto, take a listen. It was written in 1882, my current year of study and I think you’ll agree, it’s the right music for this time of year:
My novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, was published on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.
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