September, Melancholy

September, melancholy.

Fading Sunlight, darker evenings.

Approaching autumn, shorter days.

Cooler weather, breezes from the east.

A blast of winter, another Christmas.


A Sticky Summer, And A Lull

Hi, the good weather has gone for the most part, replaced by Autumn skies and humidity.  After such a warm June, August seems almost depressing, a reminder that Autumn will come soon, and then Winter, followed by another year. 

In terms of writing, I’ve reached a lull and am uncertain of how to proceed. I miss working on plot and character and churning out page after page of work, but I’m reluctant to self-publish again. I think I need to put the writing to a side for twelve months, then reconsider the options.

Meanwhile, I spend more time at the piano these days and I now have more than thirty videos of my playing on YouTube. I hope to do some more recording at some point in the near future. 

Till next time.

The Storm

Back to gloomy autumn weather and a wait to hear news on the latest novel, a psychological thriller.

Talking of which…after high temperatures and a late summer, the weather suddenly changed. I woke up at around 3am on Thursday, aware of the steady thud of rain outside. Lightning flickered, causing the clock radio to crackle. Thunder roared close by.

Generally, I like storms, but I lay there unsettled, thinking of another storm that took place when I was a child, maybe five or six years old. When that storm occurred, I fled from the bedroom, convinced that the house was haunted and that the ghosts were pursuing me. Obviously, I have no idea whether the house was really haunted. However, from time to time, I’ve found certain places or atmospheres disquieting right from the start, and still do occasionally. So I suppose I must believe in the possibility of hauntings and ghosts, although the whole thing scares me.

Anyway, I think the above would do well in a psychological thriller.


The title says it all. Summer has ended and autumn has come with greyness and a dip in temperature.

Another cycle. I’ve polished the latest manuscript of my novel, having taken professional advice, and have sent it out again. The waiting begins.

Mist And Cold, Autumn

Finally. Mist has fallen over the London suburb where I live, bringing down the temperature and casting grey over the buildings, and I think a long and cold winter lies ahead.  This type of weather does little for creative inspiration, although I like watching rain and listening to the comforting thud. At present, I’m still waiting to hear back from an agent regarding my latest novel, and apart from ten days of vigorous pruning unnecessary detail in the text, I haven’t done any more writing.  I’ve spent most of the time playing the piano and brushing up my foreign languages: French, German, Russian.

Come back, Summer!


Soon, the summer will come to an end.  Autumn, time for new challenges.  The changing seasons. I haven’t done any writing this summer, apart from a brief tidy up on the manuscript and I’m still waiting to hear back from an agent.  At the moment, I’m sifting through a number of ideas for a new novel, a choice, I think, between action of some sort (thrilling, tense) or a story more along the lines of a psychological drama (confusion, paranoia).  In the meantime, I practise piano most days and study French, German and Russian.


Golden Hour Shots: Autumn

I took these photos in Highgate Wood, North London, on Monday afternoon, expecting to take advantage of the shifts and changes in light, but instead the shutter speed slowed down considerably due to the denseness of the trees, creating a certain amount of camera shake, which meant I had to discard many of the photographs.

Autumn, Black and White

More rain and mist and muddy leaves.   In recent months, I’ve developed a greater interest in black and white photography. I took these shots the other week and made them into black and white with GIMP using the Channel Mixer. 

Highgate Wood, North London: