Synopsis of The Long Way to London
A synopsis of The Long Way to London, the first part of Elin’s Story, that I wrote for the Stockholm Writer’s Festival 2018. This version includes hyperlinks to more information about the story and the characters.
Articulations
Articulations: Examples of my creative writing: aphorisms, poems, short stories, humour (“humour”), (auto)biography, translations and more. Read Articulating myself for more details or scroll down.
The voyage of the Beda – a story overheard
The voyage of the Beda. In the sauna, the heat, the steam, the subdued lighting… If you’re lucky you also get to hear some interesting stories.
Wounds and scar tissue
This week, wounds and scar tissue. Not one of my usual efforts, though it is a kind of a Stop and a kind of a Story. I want to give some explanation of why I’ve not been enthusiastically blogging the last few weeks. It all starts with my birth…
18th April – decades of a date
April 18th – one day in seven decades. And why just this day? What is the significance? It’s the day (in 1986) that I married Mrs SC. Our anniversary.
Fouad the Suave Zouave – a poem
A poem in six verses that originally appeared on Twitter. Apologies to van Gogh for borrowing and butchering his zouave portrait.
Tala’s Story
I wrote this short story at the end of January 2016 as my submission to the first round of the NYCMidnight Short Story Challenge. The task was to write a fairy story involving a psychic and a birthmark.
The Ghana Christmas ball and my father Christmas
The Ghana Christmas ball was the first Christmas present I remember receiving. I was six years old and I was given the ball by my Father Christmas.
Mid-November
October – and now most of November – has been and gone and we roll on towards the end of another year. I have managed to keep up my weekly posts to Stops and Stories and my photo of the week from GBG365 posted on My Gothenburg Days’ Facebook page, but other projects have been … More…
Antiques
In which, still in Brighton, we visit a cafe where once was an antiques shop that I worked in: stories of the two proprietors 40 years ago.
Brighton and Hove, actually – my home town
We visit the author’s home town, Brighton and Hove, and indulge in some nostalgia to the sound of “the grating roar/Of pebbles which the waves draw back”.