Midday in Rye, East Sussex, and it’s started to rain. Late-season tourists are reaching for their waterproofs and heading for indoors, leaving the churchyard that only a few moments ago was packed, a guided tour in full swing. I’ve just noticed the outline of part of a Romanesque doorway, le
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There isn’t much left to be done. The proof reading, the book blurbs (they take longer than the poems), the nice quotes from other writers, all done. And the covers are looking amazing, like real books by real writers. It is all pinch-me territory. As I head for the hills (which is actua...
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There is a lot of nostalgia for the past floating around at the moment. Things were so much simpler, there was a stronger sense of community, we knew our place in the world… Well, I lived in this “past” and I struggle to recognise it from the discussions around me. This is the p [read more]
