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  Giant egg in centre of a roundabout. San Antonio, Ibiza. April being the Easter month, this feels a good time to talk about an egg. A giant egg, in fact. One that appeared in the centre of the main roundabout of San Antonio, Ibiza, around 30 years ago. Now eggs are not something San Antonio is particularly known for. Fish, yes. Sailing boats. A bristling of unattractive high rise concrete hotels and apartments that sprung up in the 1960s, transforming what had been a modest fishing village with a beautiful natural harbour into a popular package holiday spot at the, er, cheaper end of the range. Bristling with hotels: San Antonio Ibiza Skyline By A.Savin - Own work, FAL, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=141078063 Which itself led to all those deliciously shocking Ibiza-uncovered-style documentaries following hapless lobster-pink young people from bar to bar until they collapse, sozzled, on the beach at 8 am. So back to the egg. What inspired the municipal author...

Last Month I started to write a blog and realised that there was no 29 th  of the month! This March, though, I have been celebrating all things female.    It was my first time being a delegate for the United Nations concerning Women’s issues.       It was an amazing opportunity and I was so proud to be a part of this. Women all over the world came together to see how much progress we have made, and how much further we still have to go. We discussed issues from child marriage to menopause, and I have to say it was incredibly enlightening, and sometimes a little sad to see how, in many areas, we are still rooted in the past. Only two weeks ago, I attended a medical appointment, which I waited four years for. I was greeted by a consultant who firstly held on to my hand far too long to be comfortable, then he complimented me on my smile. Now, I am not immune to compliments, but it seemed to be in appropriate for the situation. It was especially annoying wh...

The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien  “Not everybody knows how I killed old Phillip Mathers, smashing his jaw in with my spade; but first it is better to speak of my friendship with John Divney because it was he who first knocked old Mathers down by giving him a great blow in the neck with a special bicycle-pump which he manufactured himself out of a hollow iron bar. Divney was a strong civil man but he was lazy and idle-minded. He was personally responsible for the whole idea in the first place. It was he who told me to bring my spade. He was the one who gave the orders on the occasion and also the explanations when they were called for. "I was born a long time ago…” That’s the opening of The Third Policeman,   and it contains a psychology of psychopathy. The cool, unemotional account of a violent murder. The ranking of murder as equal in importance to the manufacture of a bicycle-pump, and the instant shifting of blame. Flann O’ Brien is known as a ‘comic w...

My March offering is a return to the fantasy genre of my youth, in that it's huge (650+ pages) and has 'Dragon' in the title. I picked it up in a local charity shop as part of a five books for £1 bundle, so although I've not come across this author before it was worth the risk. The Dragon Republic Dragons are beloved of fantasy fiction, whether telepathic and beautiful like those of Anne McCaffrey's  Pern  books, or fearsome and monstrous like those of George RR Martin's  Game of Thrones.  Often they have dragon riders, who are vulnerable in that they form fierce bonds with their mounts and feel pain when those dragons are injured or die. However, the dragons of  The Dragon Republic turn out to be warlords rather than actual flying reptiles, and as a dragon fan I was slightly disappointed to find that none of these warlords ride any kind of fantasy creature. In fact, although there are a few references to wings, I am still not quite sure if any of the ...

Image Credit:  Images created in Book Brush using Pixabay photos When I started writing seriously many years ago, I read as many author interviews as possible. I still find them engaging and informative.   I love being on both sides of the questioning too as I sometimes appear on other writers’ blogs and regularly interview authors for an online magazine.   Inventing interesting questions to draw the author into conversation is a joy and challenge but this is where being a writer helps. I know what I would want to know and start my questioning from there.   I found it helpful years ago to work out how I would answer questions put to writers should the happy day come around when I became a published author. I found that paid because it helped me get used to the idea of talking about what I write. It does seem an odd thing to do when you start. How are you coming across? When you talk about your characters and stories, does it make sense to those listening? Certain que...

We find it relatively easy to write about what we see and what we hear – and smell and taste are important when it comes to food. C.S.Lewis was well aware that food is the way to a child’s heart before puberty strikes. But what about sensation? Touch, temperature, proprioception? When you're so numb you don't know where bits of your body are in relation to other bits? It’s very important as far as pleasure is concerned, and also pain if you’re writing a torture scene, but describing extreme heat and extreme cold need a bit of thought. How easy is it to remember what it felt like, when you’re sitting at your computer in a centrally-heated room? Jumping into a pool whilst on holiday somewhere hot brings immediate relief, along with cold drinks and ice cream. I’ve found it’s quicker to cool yourself down than it is to warm yourself up. Wrists and ankles are key – run your wrist under a cold tap and you can feel the cooler blood travel down your fingers. The fad for leg warmers in ...