It’s been a while since I did a live update, and that was on my old blog HERE. It was titled “I’m still alive” and, I think, I still am.
Stuff happens that derails one’s preferred path: I retired from the Metropolitan Police in 2013, full of good intent to pursue my writing aspirations. I also bought a decent camera with which to pursue my photographic aspirations: I was more successful in the latter department, selling a number of image licences through Alamy Stock Photo agency – one even made it to National Geographic and another into the 2018 edition of Madeira Top Ten. The main cause for my lack of success in writing is probably my lack of effort: I didn’t exactly give up work, and found myself working some long hours. My non-working time was taken up with photography, house maintenance, university runs (one offspring at Liverpool, the other at Aberystwyth) and generally finding excuses not to write. I didn’t have writer’s block, I had writer’s reluctance!
I still do, truth be told.
I’ve moved from Hertfordshire, a county I lived in from 1980 to 2020, to Devon, my spiritual home – and that, my friends, is a pretentious sounding statement, but it’s true.
The new house is large and needs work… lots of it.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to resume writing in between bouts of house activity.
“This blog will self destruct in…“
