RADIO
It’s 1am and I speak my first few words, speaking to myself in here. Breathing quietly, keeping my voice low. This string of knotty words emerges. I press buttons and slide up four faders, and get these processes in motion. Things can start happening. The tangles start to tingle. This equipment at my fingers begins to work. The equipment, patched up with several ages of tape.
NOVELIST
Could I really be a novelist?
Oh yes.
Write the novel you’ve always wanted to and become a successful author.
I can teach you how to write your book in minimal time, without sacrificing quality. You’ll also learn how to successfully publish your book and use it to build your career and personality. I’m proud to say that over the past few years, many of my students have gained significant publishing deals. Others have gone on to win prizes.
They are prize winners. Prize Winners. With my help you will write your book and your whole life will change.
Book signings. Radio shows. Film adaptations. New friends. A new career. Everything looked after.
THE RAVENS
Wilds stretch from here to miles away and far away. South Bristol where the last scraps of estate meet the first steep rise of grass; the start of the hills. Outward from here is mile after mile of nature. Stood here, beneath the pylon of the mobile phone mast, I look over this city and trace with my eyes the winding route of the 61 bus. I follow it from the fractured council estates through to the more dense forms of the wealthy city in the distance.At my feet high-rises stub out of the ground, bracket shaped residential blocks stand on concrete platforms, and hardened little terraces with wasted lawns make short curled lines. A flat grass common, that lies between the tower blocks and the terraces, where at dawn you’ll find burned out cars and black crop circles.