Play Ball

It’s that time of year. Baseball season has started. The air is getting warmer. The grass is getting greener. The Boston Red Sox have already had a successful series against the dreaded New York Yankees. Readers of Tangled Roots have often asked me why baseball...

Society of Authors and other fantasies

When I began to take my writing “seriously,” I was looking around for some sort of organization where I could meet other writers, or at least have access to information.   I called The Society of Authors to be told in not too many words that the Society...

Bob Dylan and Moleskines

Two things I love…well, actually, one thing and one person. First, the thing. Remember I wrote here about my disappointment at not being able to buy Moleskine journals at the Moleskine stall of the London Book Fair? Well, it all got to be a bit too much so I...

What a Week!

Phew….Monday, I was in Brighton discussing the ins and outs of teaching creative writing in schools with the terrific people from New Writing South. I’m really looking forward to doing some teaching for them.  I haven’t done enough lately.  And I...

A Report on the Fair

Imagine a huge empty space. No, imagine two huge empty spaces connected by a wide corridor. Then fill the space with colourful banners hanging from the ceiling, a Manhattanesque grid of row upon row of “stalls”, each with it’s own colourful banners,...