Apathetic
I read recently that winning the battle at Prestonpans gave the Jacobites military control of Scotland. In other words, 5000 Highlanders could dictate to the whole of Scotland on pain of being slaughtered and their […]
I read recently that winning the battle at Prestonpans gave the Jacobites military control of Scotland. In other words, 5000 Highlanders could dictate to the whole of Scotland on pain of being slaughtered and their […]
I’m closing in on the Jacobites but had to stop to finish the rewrite and publishing of Thistledown, a novel set in the Highlands of Scotland in the years just after Waterloo. I was first […]
I want to write about the Stuarts from their victim’s point of view and Culloden is a good place to start. A great deal has been written on Bonnie Prince Charlie and his Highlanders, all […]
The first step towards journalism is to decide what journal you want to write for. It is possible to write and look for a publication but that can be a ‘needle in haystack’ search. The […]
Why Bonnie Prince Charlie had to fight Culloden.
I’m moving along to do some non-fiction again because it opened up so many character sketches and short story lines as well as being enjoyable and getting me involved with other people. Let me do […]
I had a conversation with someone who was giving a talk on Jacobite uprisings and Bonnie Prince Charlie’s amazing escape. When I suggested maybe the British Navy didn’t want to catch him and were relieved […]
There was and interesting article by Piers Blofeld in the Writing Magazine about writing degrees. I for one, haveing studied Mining Engineering at university would only study ‘writing’ at university if I wanted to compare […]
Dead or dying I’d have described my muse over the last year or so but my Writing Group triggered a remarkable recovery with a challenge to write a short story on the subject of photography. […]
Like many others, my writing muse went to sleep during the long isolation of covid and I was even considering giving up on writing and sketching when, in frustration I turned to an old Bernard […]