A Writer’s Manifesto

I love this time of year. I grew up in Ireland, where summer was three hours on a July afternoon where you could just about get the barbecue lit beneath the driving wind, and you’d hurry to stretch out and burn to a crisp as much of your body as you could. So part of…

Authors Behaving Badly

What an angry shouty weekend it was. I’d planned to relax, do some writing, work on preparing some workshops that I have coming up. Instead I spent the whole time fielding phone calls, emails, and angry online comments. I’m sure you’ve all seen the allegations (and admissions) that several authors have used fake accounts to…