Last Friday at 2am in the morning, I was ringing 111, my whole body vibrating with a fiery pain, a pain I’d come to recognise as the...

*A quick note and trigger warning, before reading this. My wife read this and was concerned that what I’ve written here may worry some...

Being prescribed opioids as a recovering alcoholic/addict, has a certain kind of fear attached to it. Especially, if you have a history...

I remember sitting in group therapy, at rehab, one morning, when the manager came bounding in telling us how we should all be grateful....

I spoke to a mentor of mine last week – the first time since coming back from Egypt, Abu Dhabi, Kuwait and the Maldives. “You get about,...

I don’t really want to write this blog entry. I’m not sure I can demonstrate anything other than glumness, but perhaps I’ll surprise...

In 1970, aged 45, renowned author Yukio Mishima and three other men stormed a military base in Tokyo to protest against the materialist...

One of the things that allowed me to enjoy writing when I was younger, was that I didn’t have an audience – other than myself. I could...

A  year ago today, my wife and I woke up on the car park of Taco John’s in Chamberlain, South Dakota. The night before we’d scoured the...

Years ago, I bought a book in a charity shop which became a kind of bible to me – that’s to say, I read bits of it, could quote some of...

Since starting Burnham Book Festival, I’ve spoken to dozens of writers, traditionally published or self-published, and almost universally...

At some point last year, I took my second novel, Out of the Sighs, off the market. What began as a serialised eight-part story, in...