Some Thoughts On The Guerilla Film Maker’s Masterclass

This piece was written and posted well over a year ago, about my experience of visiting the Guerilla Film Maker’s Master Class in the summer of 2013. It was on a different blog site and I have transcribed it wholesale, without edits or updates:

I flew into the UK for the weekend of June 15th and 16th to attend the Guerilla Film Makers Master Class held in Regent’s College, London.

Why fly thousands of miles for a weekend of film making discussion when I’ve fallen behind schedule on the rewrite of A Table In Berlin? Good question, if anyone asked it. I know I did. Continue reading

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Why Is A Smart Phone SO Much Better Than Actual Life?

I read this piece on the BBC website this morning, which ponders on whether people are over-connected? Are people just too attached to their mobiles?

I should be intelligent enough to accept that this is a subject for debate and that there is no yes or no, right or wrong. On the other hand, on my own blog I will say what I like. So the answer is, surely, YES. Let the youngsters berate me and poke fun and call me a dinosaur.smart phone over use Continue reading

Which Comes First, The Title Or The Book?

The other day I was exchanging a few words with a couple of TV writers on the subject of titles. It was both surprising and Titlescomforting to know that I wasn’t the only one with the rather odd affliction of not being able to start anything without having a title first. When you think about it, this is ludicrous. There are many who would strongly advise against any further excuse for prevarication. Get on with it. Call it ‘Untitled Masterpiece’ or ‘Work In Progress’. Or just don’t call it anything. Surely, once a work is over and you know what happened, that would be the time to sit back and think of a title? Continue reading

Feedback And The Art Of Selective Brilliance

What could be better than to be brilliant?

(Actually, if I was being facetious, I could probably come up with quite a good long list but, you know, who needs facetious?) Aside from all the other things that would be nice, I can’t think of anyone – certainly not in any artistic field – who wouldn’t trade them in to hear someone say “that was brilliant.” You may not be able to take your money with you when you die, but you can take your brilliance. But how do you know whether you are, or not? Continue reading

Why I Am Going To Stop Blogging

I have decided, after a long and tortuous discussion with myself over a cup of tea, that I am causing more harm than good by having a blog to which I seem incapable of contributing. I promised myself, when I relaunched, that I would use it simply and lightly. It would be somewhere to make comments on this and that – how the writing was coming along; life on a desert island; maybe the occasional mild rant or harrumph about something. I say that because when I first began with the Blogosphere I became, well, blogged down. I was still writing A Table In Berlin, followed by Goodnight Mrs Day, and it is hard enough trying to get the words out without using up energy on a blog. No, I intended to write swiftly and without recourse to anything resembling a rewrite or polish. That’s why I put “first draft” in the subtitle/blurb at the top of this new version.

But even this is not working. Continue reading

Review of “A Table in Berlin” by Mark Davies

Mainly Military History Book Reviews

Espionage, humour, rock and roll, politics & romance – an unlikely combination that really works.

Anyone who reads my reviews (and I hope someone does) knows I’m a sucker for a book set in Berlin. However I really wasn’t sure about this book, I think it was the cover, enough said… However, after seeing the reviews I took the plunge and I’m very glad I did.

Mark Davies has pulled off a rare trick, a book that works on many levels, that should appeal to anyone with a heart and leaves the reader wanting more. It’s a compelling, uplifting tale of friendship and romance set against a city overshadowed by the division created by the Berlin Wall and accurately conveys the atmosphere that was late 1980s Berlin.

There’s some great one liners, and one of my favourites was when Charlie the lead male character who narrates the whole story thinks…

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