June 10, 2020
I am fortunate in that, as well as a writer, I am an independent publisher which means I do not have to set targets for my writing. I write when and where I want to. I had had enough having to keep to targets set by my bosses in my day job in the years before I retired. This means that I can go for days without writing a single word, which is often the case as I am lazy. But it also means that I have time to enjoy it.
I like to tell stories and periodically find myself compelled to write them down. Sometimes I write several hundred words a day and on the odd occasion this rises to over a thousand. But more often than not I struggle for words, so my output can be just a few sentences. My first drafts contain all sorts of mistakes of continuity, spelling and grammar. The plot can invariably not make much sense. This is where the editing comes in where content gets changed, thrown out or even added.
I am slightly dyslexic and, fortunately, there are aids on line and in the writing community to help me. Before the age of computers and word processors, I began writing my stories by hand, but this was a slow process as it made for much crossing out and rewriting. I graduated to a portable typewriter and, as I was very much a novice typist, the process became even slower. But then came PCs, the internet, online spellcheckers and grammar aids and I was away on my journey. This technology, though brilliant, is not nearly enough, but the help I receive from the trusted readers I first show my work to is invaluable.
May 14, 2019
This book is technically flawed in that the narrative constantly jumps point of view so that I had to re-read some passages twice in order to understand which character was describing the piece I was reading. But having said that the story worked well and I really enjoyed reading it.
There was a great deal of description on what the characters were wearing, but this was never boring as it was evident that they were obsessed with appearance. The characters themselves were well described and showed that the author had a good understanding about those she wrote and what motivated them. The central narrative centred around Harriet (or Harry as she was mostly referred to) and her chauffeur driving company employing attractive female drivers. Most of the story centred on her and a group of friends who were holidaying in an attractive villa next door to one rented by a famous pop group.
The interaction between the sexy males surrounding the pop group and the gorgeous Harry and her girlfriends was well described. There were several twists in the story which kept me reading to the end.
Published by Nielsen and available
as a paperback and ebook
October 13, 2018
Absent-mindedly, he stuffed his right hand in his jacket pocket and felt the jar. He drew it out, looked through the glass at the white lumps of organic matter inside and said aloud to himself, “Magic I don’t think so.” He tossed it in the metal waste bin then, as the clanging sound his action had caused resonated around the room, he had another thought and looked in the bin. The jar was still intact. He retrieved it, put it down on the laboratory bench, discarded his jacket and put on his labcoat. What followed next led to the discovery of Floracillin.
August 15, 2018
I was surprised when Amazon classified my new novel Magic Bullets as Medical Fiction. But then I read an article I saw on the Wellcome Book Prize webpage (see https://tinyurl.com/yaf3hb7c) where judges and former winners picked their all-time favourite fiction books that touch on this topic and it seemed that their links to medicine appeared rather vague. So I decided to list three books that I felt could be similarly classified.
The first one on my list is Trouble with Lichen by John Wyndham. This is about two biochemists who extracted and anti-aging drug from an unusual strain of lichen only to find that it could induce harmful side effects. My memories of the book are rather vague as I read it a long time ago. I do remember it as being rather heavy reading but I kept going as I found the plot most intriguing.
The second on the list is The Invisible Man by H G Wells. In this book Wells goes into great detail about how to change a body’s refractive index and become invisible. What I liked about the story was that Wells skill in explaining the science behind the plot makes it seem entirely plausible. I have read this book several times and still enjoy it as an absorbing read
But my favourite has to be The Double Helix by James D Watson. It is an autobiographical account of the discovery of the double helix structure of DNA. It is controversial due to Watson’s willingness to appropriate data surreptitiously from others and his sexist attitude towards scientist Rosalind Franklin who, because of the harmful nature of the X-rays she worked with, died early and therefore could not share the Nobel Prize. Despite these flaws, I found the story fascinating. It is probably the greatest medical discovery of all time which has lead and is still leading to momentous breakthroughs in modern medicine. It is the best detective story I have read and is the main reason why I followed a career in biological science.
Available on Amazon in hardcover, paperback,
as an ebook and audiobook.
April 11, 2018
This is the first book in Peter James’s detective series featuring Roy Grace. The author has hit on a winning formula as the jacket states that 14 million copies of have been sold of this book alone. It is certainly a rattling good read for anyone who loves police procedural crime novels. The plot kept me riveted right to the end with many unsuspecting twists along the way. Peter James is certainly an expert storyteller.
Published in 39 formats and editions and easily found
on Amazon & other major book stores
February 20, 2018
I spent most of my working life in the years BC (Before Computers). When I started work at a UK Government veterinary laboratory at the end of the 1960s there were no calculators; desktop and laptop computers had not been thought of. Instead, we worked out calculations and wrote letters with pen and paper. Then a typist would type up the results of our endeavours and copies were made as she typed (it was always a female typist) on carbon paper.
The ladies of the typing pool were some of the kindest, jolliest people I have ever worked with. Sometimes I dictated my words into a cassette recorder and handed them a tape, but most of the time they had to decipher my scribbled handwriting and most could touch type faster than I could talk. When I presented the thesis for my Masters Degree for one to type, I did not know that the G and F on the qwerty keyboard were next to each other so that when the word, “buffer”, appeared in my hand written script (and it appeared frequently because of the nature of my study) it came back as “bugger”. A red faced lady apologised profusely but instead of simply erasing the offending word with correction fluid, she insisted on retyping the whole manuscript. Then came the first computers and word processors and I guiltily typed out my own letters and reports. Then came the demise of the typing pool.
Now the personal computer is as much of my life as a pen and paper once were. I am slightly dyslexic so the built in grammar and spell checkers are a godsend. But the human interaction with someone who most always presented the text in a manner more pleasing to the eye than I ever could is gone. Most repetitive human actions now seem to be being replaced by robots. Even driverless cars are appearing on the roads. The world is advancing at a pace scarcely envisaged three decades ago. On the surface it appears that we may have lost something along the way but I like to think that we can still keep the human touch alive with art, music, writing and humour that people have naturally built into their genetic makeup which machines can never replace.