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,...

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...

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...