Embankment, Monday Night, Live Jazz playing"Up to this time I have been crushed under a sense of the sheer magnitude of London ...The place sits on you, broods on you, stamps on you ..."Henry James, 1869Trafalgar Square, Blue Cock, London EyeLondon. A literary haven. A treasure trove if you can ignore the heat and the... Continue Reading →
Where I ponder if a Character in my Novel will have a Typewriter
Remington Model 5TTypewriters. What magnificent, intricate machines. My own love affair must have started with an old dusty Remington, a playtoy for me and Alisha when we were children. I wonder where it came from? Then there’s that scene in the movie ‘Annie’, with Grace Farrell (Daddy Warbucks' secretary), dancing in his busy office with... Continue Reading →
Cyclone Lusi Wins the Day
Hello dear reader! It has been too long since I last posted, with no real excuse but for life just getting in the way. But do not be alarmed, for I have still been working hard behind the scenes. The local libraries have been furnishing dusty reference books from their basements, and I in... Continue Reading →


