Tag Archives: Speculative Fiction

Interview with Tony Fisher of BBC Essex 15th November 2021

Earlier this week, I recorded a radio interview with the wonderful Tony Fisher of BBC Essex to discuss my novel, Another Life. I was in good company with Bob Jovi! The programme was broadcast the same evening and is available on the BBC Essex website to listen again. You can find it here. The interview […]

Another Life: At The Printing Press

In my novel, Another Life, Oliver visits a small printing press in the Cotswolds. He notices an unusual book, offered by a stranger for publication, then withdrawn. The book describes a secret England with local pagan practices and rituals. He continues his journey and arrives at the village of Durncot. He leans on a cottage […]

Looking Forward to Live Book Events

In common with other authors, with the imminent easing of lockdown, I am looking forward to live book events and meeting readers. Another Life, available in hardcover and paperback from all good bookshops, including Essex booksellers Red Lion Books, Wivenhoe Bookshop and Maldon Boanooks. Also available as a Kindle edition.

Society of Authors (Writers of Essex) Talk: Crafting a Speculative Novel

On Saturday 5th June 2021, I thoroughly enjoyed giving a virtual talk on my personal experience of the research, planning and writing of my novel Another Life to the Writers of Essex Group of the Society of Authors. Following the talk, I took questions from a very responsive audience for thirty minutes. Thank you to […]

The Green Man

The Green Man, a key element in my novel Another Life, is often represented as a foliate head or leaf mask. It can be traced back to at least the Roman art of the first century CE, where masks sprouting acanthus leaves appear on friezes on Roman triumphal arches and temples. Examples are found across […]

The Creature Behind The Curtains

Memories of a childhood room can haunt you forever. The chapter ‘The Creature Behind the Curtains’, from my novel ‘Another Life’, describes fearful recollections from my pre-school years. On summer mornings before my parents and sisters woke, I would explore forbidden downstairs places. These included the front parlour, reserved for special occasions and visitors. One […]