Transience

Red bricks lie half digested,

Remnant of unremembered wall

Which long since was divested

Of its mortar and allowed to fall;

Laying now, decaying,

Crumbling into dust.

Bricks, like all that ever was,

Return to the Earth’s crust.

A childhood post war playground c1950

Last Week in July, First in August

Last week in July, first in August.

Two weeks of joy and adventure.

We’d go to Blackpool or St Annes,

Llandudno, Rhyl or Morecambe.

Sun on our backs, sand in our toes,

Dirt and grime of the...

Where were you born, and what was your childhood like?

I was born in 1946 in a place called Hollinwood. From the name you might imagine this was a pretty place deep in a forest. Not a bit of it. It was a small area on a main throughfare halfway between the smoky northern towns of Manchester and Oldham, in Lancashire, England. My family had a little shop selling sweets and tobacco, just by the side of the very busy road, where cars and buses sped past my bedroom window at all times of the day...

Reflectiveness

It is important to take time to reflect on issues, on my own behaviour, on the effect I’m having on other people, on my beliefs. Only by reflecting can I make sense of my actions. Personally, I need that space and time to think clearly about what I’ve done and said and whether I could have done it better.

Determination

To achieve my goals, I need determination and the belief that what I’m doing is worthwhile and will be of benefit to others. Life itself can be distracting. There’...

Marilyn...

As I was writing my debut novel Karma, in my imagination, I was strolling through the streets of Paris, surrounded by all the unique sights, smells and sounds of that exciting city. I had hoped to be able to convey to my readers all that my senses were experiencing in my imagination, and to make my story as real for them as it was for me.

When it was finished and I proudly received and read that first copy, it was exciting to see the words that had been...