My writing mojo has gone, burnt out in the red hot rage of a real, madmaxian apocalypse which has heralded 2020 in a pall of ash, smoke and furious, endless, fire.
You know that feeling you get when you’re trapped in a cinema with a dud film? You’ve handed over your cash and realise half way in you only have 2 options remaining; either walk out, or stay and watch how the train wreck unfolds. Last week, I found myself in such a place. Lured by […]
Let’s talk about Murakami. I know. This is an unfashionable view. Especially by someone who came to understand the Master through the The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, IQ84 and Kafka on the Shore. The Wind Up Bird Chronicles was a tour de force of magic realism/surrealism. It was my gateway drug to Murakami… …But after […]
Right now, we’re in the golden age of television writing and a lot of it is on tiny twitter screens. There are angry twitter baby writers everywhere and nowhere was their rage more perfectly focused than the recent Game of Thrones finale. The twitter baby writers were very unhappy with what the actual writers had […]