The Death of My Dreams 6th Nov 2024 I’m 55 – well, at the time of writing this post, I am – and it has occurred to me that I am now much closer to the end of my life than I am to my beginning. Those early memories, the vast majority of them, have faded. That memory of being a small child, perhaps two, and visiting my father at his home. Remembering his drum kit. Seeing the nearby church. I can remember it as a vague recollection. I can remember passing the 11+, so I would be sent to the local public school, and the disappointment I …
So, I’m not a fascist 17th Jun 2024 Politics divides us. It turns us into argumentative individuals, refusing to accept compromise. We throw buzzwords into the mix – Leftist, Far-Right, fascist, racist, Far-Left, antisemite, and everything in between. But can those labels really be applicable to any of …
Visiting Cathedrals and thinking of a new book. 13th May 2024 I recently embarked on a new venture, with the intention of crossing something off my “bucket list” and writing a book about it at the same time. I confess that I haven’t spent as much time on it as I …
Quality Control Update 28th Mar 2024 As an Indie writer, I unfortunately do not possess the backing of a number of proof readers, and so in the past, some of my novels have been littered with typos. However, I have begun the mammoth task of completing a final proof read using Microsoft Word’s “read aloud” function, and this has enabled me to locate and eradicate perhaps 99.9% of all typos. Of course, there will always be one or two which manage to slip through, but I’m relying on you, my loyal readers, to let me know whenever you spot one. You can drop me an email …
How dogs break our hearts. 1st Mar 2024 My wife and I breed dogs. We’re not running a puppy farm and we’re not breeding pedigrees, and believe me, we don’t make much money from it – people won’t pay much for mongrels. We don’t do it for the …
Shaun Stafford's Putrid Underbelly 