Just had a second short story ('The General and the Billiard Cue') from my 'Meatloaf in Manhattan' collection read out on national radio. When I was a kid in London we always had the wireless tuned to Radio Four (the posh channel), I loved all the programmes (science, natural history, 'The Archers'), but I especially liked the short stories. One that sticks in my mind was DH Lawrence's "The Fox." Things weren't looking too good for us at the time and we were all living in one room in a nasty bed and breakfast in Leytonstone. It was late at night and we turned on the radio and there was this magical tale unfolding. The reader had a calming, evocative voice and I remember closing my eyes and imagining that I had written it and that all these people were listening to my story. How great is it that kids can dream.
Thoughts on upcoming events, new book ideas, and the agonies and ecstasies of the creative process.