It was Saturday night. Ben pulled on his t-shirt then finished arranging his hair before he picked up the phone and called Bill. “Woohoo. There’s only one word for it, woohoo. We need to go out. I’m really excited, Bill.” “I keep telling you, don’t call me Bill. That’s too old. I’m William. Will…I…am.” Ben

Planting in your plot I’m a new author. I’ve never completed a novel, though I have started many. I’ve written and published dozens of short stories, but a novel, well that is hard work. Why is it so different? Well, I think it is down to plot and structure. Short stories have characters, good characterisation, dialogue, descriptive passages,


To say he was in love with her would be too much, he never said that. Brian was over six feet and blond, his long hair like a white streak of lightning down his back. He wore skinny t-shirts, blue denim jeans and sneakers every day, he had a wardrobe full of them. He was

Last train – a tribute “Hello, is that Mary?” “I can only just about hear you, Mary. The line’s not good and there’s a lot of noise here.” “I’m at the station. Yes, that’s right, overnight. We all have to leave in the morning on the troop train. It’s taking us across to the coast, there’s a big army

Dialogue Mechanics

Continuing my Friday theme of posting fiction writing techniques, here is some more about the art and science of dialogue. 1. Dialogue is the first thing readers look for.When I am browsing in a bookstore and pick up a novel I am considering, I flick through the pages and see the pattern and density on

The purpose of Dialogue

I’ve been studying dialogue. There are certain techniques that really help that I will explore over the next couple of blogs. Just to recap, Friday is all about writing skills and the Tuesday posts are short-stories derived from popular song lyrics. So, this Friday and for the next couple of Fridays(I think), I will focus

Song for Dartmoor Tom Pearce. Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee,
For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,
Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon,
Harry Hawk, old uncle Tom Cobley and all, old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

And when shall I see again my grey mare?

Blogging 101 When I started this blog at the beginning of January, I was a little sceptical. Yes, it may be good for writing practice, but if no-one else is reading it, then what’s the point? Is it possible to be a writer without a reader? Well, of course it is, but I don’t want to