A word can change a mind. A sentence can change a life. A book can change the world.
There are no two ways about it. Having cancer means you must play the waiting game. I’ve said it before in another of my blog pieces, here, that you must be a patient patient. Not only do you have to lie in a bed for hours waiting for the drip, drip, drip of chemicals flowing…
When I die, I want to be hermetically sealed in a see-through coffin, loaded into a capsule, stuck on top of a rocket, and blasted into space. It doesn’t matter which way you point me; I know it will be a long journey. Besides, I’ll be dead, and it will not matter a hoot to…
No, this isn’t a sequel to the The English Patient, the 1992 novel by Michael Ondaatje. This is all about me, my cancer and a small nod to the vagaries of the English language. Let’s get the language out of the way first, because it always seems odd to me that English is the de…
Apart from being one who has never worried too much about everyday life, I’ve certainly never been one to worry about my looks. When you start to lose your hair at eighteen, I went for a live with it attitude to life. If you don’t, you will end up worrying about all the minutiae of…
What was it about the English in the 17th century, which made them want to go out and make scientific discoveries? In an age when their experiments were based on nothing more than an inkling as to what may happen when they experimented on other, less enlightened, subjects, they forged ahead and did some unspeakable…
Walking Away from Midnight Click on #WalkingAwayFromMidnight to see all available extracts Secrets Albert steered his Citroen 7 through the wide street of the Rue de Rivoli, turning left into a side street. The erratic swish-swash of the windscreen wipers toiling to clear the fine spray of drizzle constantly landing on the screen made…
The Ragged Edge of Time Click on #RaggedEdgeofTime to see all available extracts Chapter Three: Horizon Jade Sexton took her seat in the packed auditorium, confident that the process of showing off the latest military hardware would be as boring as it usually was. She was wrong and there was no warning when the…
I like to write, as some of you may have noticed. But I did something last year, a little experiment, and wrote an eBook about what I do for a living. The book is about how we started our personalised embroidery and printing business in the UK and then moved it to Cyprus. It was…
Extract from The Brittle Land, Book Two in The Brittle Saga Trilogy. It was the soft sound of her own gentle snoring that woke her. She sat up and looked around, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She seemed to be in an office. She yawned and looked around again, suddenly realising she recognised nothing….
As I’ve already mentioned in a previous post, my Lymphoplasmacytic Lymphoma has got to the stage where my bones are quite brittle due to the chemo. That being the case, pain is an ever-present sidekick to this cancer journey I’m on, and, in answer to your obvious question, yes, the pain does make me shout…
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