Opening the Door

Almost a year has passed since I’ve posted. To borrow an expression from Stephen King, I’ve had the door closed. King says to write with the door closed, and edit with it open. Only in part is he referring to a physical door, it’s more about maintaining focus and excluding outside influence that might change the course of the plot, or in my case alter the result of much research and soul-searching.

I last posted in September 2017 at the start of a journey to find a new home. We knew it would be in England or Scotland, but exactly where was the subject of much discussion, research and travel. Any of you who have relocated will know what a compromise it becomes, trading this for that, foregoing what pulls the heart in favour of what the head tells you is ‘best’. 

We feel incredibly lucky to have found our new home so quickly, and such a close match with our goal. The Dovecote was built in around 1750, and renovated in the 1990s, is located midway between Berwick-Upon-Tweed and Wooler, and fulfils nearly all of our wishes and needs. And doesn’t it look fab! And yes, that is the sea on the right, and that is a writer’s retreat in the tower.

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Author: A.J.

I have written as far back as I can recall. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends and travelogues to the family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I have been collecting experiences, people, and places. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I have gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates.

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