Why I Hate Germany (But Not Really).

It’s the final of the 2014 World Cup today. (There’s an opening sentence that could turn away a few potential new readers.) For neutrals, the choice is between supporting Germany or Argentina. From the four teams in the semi-final, the options were Germany v Argentina; Germany v Netherlands; Brazil v Netherlands; and Brazil v Argentina.

Just prior to the semi-finals I had been mulling over who I would like to see in the final, and why. And here, I have to explain that there is childish grudgery and immature prejudice at play that I must admit to now, in advance, before things get ugly. Continue reading

Let there be light!

I began my fascination with writers as a boy, particularly during the period when I lived in Borth, on the west coast of mid-Wales. For no reason that I can think of, I found photographs of authors at work thrilling. Invariably in black and white, theirs was a mysterious, magical world – where make believe began. An old desk. Usually a typewriter, but sometimes just paper and an elegant fountain pen. Perhaps a pipe. And in my favourite ones – a panama hat. Continue reading

Where’s my digital footprint?

I came across a site this morning where my book had been selected, or hand picked, as a recommendation based purely on its cover. It was here. I came across it by accident as I had decided to Google ‘A Table In Berlin Mark Davies’ to see whether any book bloggers out there, unbeknownst to me, had maybe written anything that I didn’t know about. We love the attention, you see. Or do we? Continue reading

A Very Quick Note

Apparently,  it’s been alleged that I will be making regular visits here to keep the world updated on the progress with the novel. I do remember agreeing to this, albeit vaguely. I also remember, with equal vagueness, telling myself that I would at least make the effort. After all, it would just be a few minutes, bim-bam-bong, of ‘you’ll never guess what happened to me yesterday’ type of thing and there you go.

But it’s not that simple. Continue reading

What, another blog, Mark?

I had a blog once, and it didn’t work out.

I had a few goes, but couldn’t focus on what I wanted from it. I was in the middle of writing a novel (A Table In Berlin, available now on Kindle and on March 1 in paperback), and once I’d managed my daily shift  of words, the last thing I wanted to do was put in another one. Also, I am a private person, and I had no unseemly rush to make my name Google-friendly. I still miss typewriters. I sometimes write words like unseemly. I like paper.

So, after a few posts about unrelated subjects that no one seemed interested in, I gave up. But now that my first full-length novel is published I have decided to start afresh.

I haven’t used up time with adding photos and images and anything visual at all as I don’t want the added pressure of making each post some kind of miniature Sunday supplement. I have decided, instead, to stick with words as much as possible, and to use this as a relaxed Diary where I will attempt to share with you some of the joys of a writer’s life.

I have lived some life, seen some things, done some stuff, been good and bad and even indifferent. I have a wife and two little girls and I live in a bright, sunshine-blessed little island in the middle of the Atlantic. Not all the time for ever of course, sometimes I have to be somewhere else.

Feel free to join in.