What the butler didn’t see…
A bit that didn’t make the cut…Danny spends a penny on Swanage pier and drifts away (cert 15). Hastily, I paid my penny and watched a blur of images until I saw boobs. And after just three days in …
Pier Review on BBC WM
Jon chatted with Adrian Goldberg on BBC WM this morning, here’s what you missed (if you missed it):
Close to the edit
I said we’d have it done before the end of the weekend and we have. Starting at the crack of about half eleven we snuggled in our writing den until two separate 50,000 word plus accounts were hacked into one …
On writing a book
Writing a book is easy, and also hard. It turns out that the easy bits are also difficult when it comes down to it. The easiest bit is the idea, but it doesn’t stop there: you have to finish what …
Progress, at last
These are the graphs from Scrivener (the writing program we both use) that shows that we’ve both now reached the end of the writing of the big old first draft: Celebrations are now ensuing, and we’ll have a proper completed …
What’s going on?
Hello adoring public (we sent this to our email list—subscribe for yerself over on the side…), It’s been a year and a bit since we got back from the maddest, most pointless, road trip ever bumbled along. I know you …
Saltburny Sea Dogs
After eight days of sleeping in tents and on floors we reached Saltburn. It was a fresh morning and we were not feeling our best (probably). All the better to be perked up by being interviewed about our quest for …
A Pier Review Xmas story
It’s not cannon, and it’s not true. But here’s a little festive short story for you: Pirates of Clacton [PDF] Pirates of Clacton [RTF] Pirates of Clacton [epub]
Have a look at what you could have won
We’re a good few thousand words into what will become Pier Review: the book, but to keep you interested (and to hopefully make sure that you sign up to our email or Twitter or something) here’s a quick look at …
Home again home again
After pushing the car to start it in Cardiff, and being too frightened to stop until we reached home even to buy water or food, we for some reason took A roads home up to Gloucester. In pure synchronicity the radio kicked into PJ Harvey’s The Last…