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September 10, 2016
How to Train Your Werewolf
Even though Aurelia de Marcos wants Caden Marcos in her bed, belonging to him is another matter entirely. Aurelia isn’t interested in being submissive to anyone.Caden intends to teach Aurelia that being submissive requires more strength than being Master, but things change when Caden submits to her.
Roland Winter is assigned to the Marcos coven to discover what’s caused a drop in the coven’s tithes to the immortal council. A routine assignment, until Aurelia awakens his submissive desires.
Can the three decide how to save the coven while navigating the rough waters of their mutual attraction to each other?
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September 8, 2016
The First Reaper
The world is teetering on the brink of destruction. Dr. Richard Alumnent's only goal in life is to cure the cancer eating away at the Earth's population at an alarmingly fast rate --before he succumbs himself. Ruby Bell is a walking weapon and after saving a woman from a brutal beating her attackers are dead. Now locked in prison for that intervention her only way out is to offer up her soul to Richard. Is freedom worth that price?
With the help of a creature he can't possibly imagine Richard does the impossible. He cures cancer and in doing so creates...The First Reaper.
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The Ghost
If Reece knew dying would improve Christmas he might have tried it sooner. If Bridget knew her holiday would be interrupted by one overbearing ghost she would have stayed at work.
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On a White Horse
Victor Brandt has a secret. As a new resident to New York, he goes out in search of diversion, and he finds it behind a red door. The Underworld embraces him, and soon he realizes he’s going back night after night just to see Mistress Lethe: a Dominatrix so demanding she will satisfy her submissive into forgetting their own name before stealing her pleasure. But soon Mistress Lethe draws Victor into her world, and he realizes it’s a lot larger than he thought. Bianca’s coffee business is booming, but her love life is lacking. With each step her friends—the other three horsemen of the apocalypse—take toward happiness, she holds herself back. As visions of the future threaten everything the horsemen have built, Bianca finds a man who sees all of her: the light and the dark, and for a little while she becomes Mistress Lethe, a simple woman and the embodiment of Conquest. But fate plays cruel jokes, and after only a short time with Victor she is confronted with a decision that can save the world but cost her the first man that’s ever made her want to be human.
When a mysterious stranger arrives bearing ill omens, Bianca wonders if she can keep together her motley crew in order to save the world. Or will the threesome’s tangled emotions usher in the apocalypse? Come and see.
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How to Claim a Submissive in Twelve Hours
Allegra takes Max as her submissive, and employee, to distract her from her best friend's wedding. But Max has other ideas, and they include much more than distraction.Purchase from Amazon by clicking here.
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August 26, 2016
Welcome A.T. Skaggs (also known as the man I will one day kidnap and marry)
Good Morning Lovelies,
Today I am honored and excited to host my friend and fellow writer Mr. Skaggs. I'm pleased to let him ramble on my blog a little bit as his ramblings are usually so much more fun (and better constructed) than mine. I'll let him take it away.
P.S. There was a thing with a cake that incited a marriage proposal from me. I'm serious about my cake you guys.
A little about him and a link to follow his blog!
Eschewing societal norms of what makes a writer successful, Andrew has happily wandered down the path of writing for one simple reason; It’s cheaper than therapy. He also writes for the sheer joy of taking someone along for the crazy ride navigating the waters of that which normally floats around in his head. Two simple reasons. He writes for two simple reasons. The third of the two simple reasons being a long bloodline stemming back to the Emerald Isle, where storytelling is as much a part of life as breathing. And who doesn’t like to breathe? Following a self prescribed path of the Way of the Twisted Zen, you can find his current work and words in the blogosphere where he is espousing on the joys of Cooking For One.
Confessions of a Converted Pantser: The Joys and Pitfalls of Discovery
Good evening. You don’t know me, or at least most of you don’t know me, but Monica said you were a kind and loving lot and that I should feel free to speak from the heart. So here we go.
I am a writer. I have the affliction that causes me to spend as much of my waking day as I possibly can crafting new worlds, people who never existed, and situations that may or may not be more screwed up than this place that most call “the real world.” There is but one cure for this ailment, to write.
I attempt to do so every day. To go a day without writing is to invite demons to roam my brain unchecked. This is never a good idea for any length of time. For me or the demons.
I have learned, as I sought to improve my craft, that there are two distinct avenues that writers and authors (those who share this same cursed blessing) take to exorcise their demons onto the page.
The first is the plotter, or planner. They build an outline. Carefully craft the framework of the ritual exorcism and allow, or rather force, the demons along this path. They live in a mystical world of outlines, spreadsheets, beats, and other devices with which their story is planned.
This, I will admit, is a concept that is completely foreign to me. I fall squarely in the second camp. That of the pantser. Aside from being something that sounds like you need to register with local law enforcement, at its core, the pantser is one who writes- figuratively (and sometimes quite literally) by the seat of their pants.
I have heard this method recently called ‘Discovery Writing.’ Admittedly it sounds less perverse than telling unsuspecting conversants and blog readers that I am a panther.
So, Todd, you seem like a decent fellow. What’s this bit about being a converted pantser?
Hey-thanks! I’m glad you asked! I
It hit me the other morning as I was exiting the shower. That cold blast of air when the A/C kicks on and the breeze hits the still wet area behind the knee that just chills the whole body. AND along with the goosebumps came an epiphany.
You see, prior to exiting the shower, I was fully engaged in the act of showering and the story arc for one of my works in progress was starting to play out in my head. As a discovery writer, I refer to this as the movie in my head. When I write most pieces, I don’t actually feel like I’m writing. With the fictional works, it’s as though I am watching a movie in my head and doing my best to transcribe the movie I’m seeing in my head with the words that find their way to the page. Sometimes it works out quite well. Others--not so much.
This particular movie in my head was quickly drifting to the second category.
I had a huge problem. I had MASSIVE ideas for two of my three main characters. Plot twists, misdirection, the works. It was a glorious thought, thinking how the reader would find themselves as twisted and conflicted reading these guys as I was whilst writing them.
As though the projectionist had forgotten to cue up the next reel, I saw a movie one second, and the next, a blank screen.
I knew what things I wanted me and thee to see on this journey, but I didn’t yet know where we were going dear reader. I had landmarks and points of interested, but no destination in mind.
In addition to finding out exactly how long I could stay in the shower until the hot water went cold (26 minutes), I had an epiphany and a moment of terror.
I had no ending. I had no idea why the characters were doing what they were doing.
I was pantsing wildly. As I toweled myself off, I bowed my head in defeat.
I needed a plan. Some kind of map to the finish line that not only had a pad, but actually mentioned a little bit just what that particular finish line might look like.
The need of the plan wasn’t so much the epiphany as this. There is no such thing as an either/or kind of writer. The best plotters and planners have moments where they look back on the page and aren’t sure how the words got there. Discovery within the framework.
And the best discovery writers sometimes need to plan things out, even if it’s only minimally or else they risk wearing a hole in the seat of their pantsy pants pants.
That’s the crux of it, then, isn’t it?
Stop putting yourself in a box of this type of writer or that.
When someone is reading your work they won’t much care about the journey YOU took getting the words on the page. No, my friends and fellow writers, they will be more concerned with the journey that those words are taking THEM on.
So, write. If you need a plan, make one. If you have a movie in your head-watch it, describe it, let others live it.
Just write.
-A.T.
Today I am honored and excited to host my friend and fellow writer Mr. Skaggs. I'm pleased to let him ramble on my blog a little bit as his ramblings are usually so much more fun (and better constructed) than mine. I'll let him take it away.
P.S. There was a thing with a cake that incited a marriage proposal from me. I'm serious about my cake you guys.
A little about him and a link to follow his blog!
Eschewing societal norms of what makes a writer successful, Andrew has happily wandered down the path of writing for one simple reason; It’s cheaper than therapy. He also writes for the sheer joy of taking someone along for the crazy ride navigating the waters of that which normally floats around in his head. Two simple reasons. He writes for two simple reasons. The third of the two simple reasons being a long bloodline stemming back to the Emerald Isle, where storytelling is as much a part of life as breathing. And who doesn’t like to breathe? Following a self prescribed path of the Way of the Twisted Zen, you can find his current work and words in the blogosphere where he is espousing on the joys of Cooking For One.Confessions of a Converted Pantser: The Joys and Pitfalls of Discovery
Good evening. You don’t know me, or at least most of you don’t know me, but Monica said you were a kind and loving lot and that I should feel free to speak from the heart. So here we go.
I am a writer. I have the affliction that causes me to spend as much of my waking day as I possibly can crafting new worlds, people who never existed, and situations that may or may not be more screwed up than this place that most call “the real world.” There is but one cure for this ailment, to write.
I attempt to do so every day. To go a day without writing is to invite demons to roam my brain unchecked. This is never a good idea for any length of time. For me or the demons.
I have learned, as I sought to improve my craft, that there are two distinct avenues that writers and authors (those who share this same cursed blessing) take to exorcise their demons onto the page.
The first is the plotter, or planner. They build an outline. Carefully craft the framework of the ritual exorcism and allow, or rather force, the demons along this path. They live in a mystical world of outlines, spreadsheets, beats, and other devices with which their story is planned.
This, I will admit, is a concept that is completely foreign to me. I fall squarely in the second camp. That of the pantser. Aside from being something that sounds like you need to register with local law enforcement, at its core, the pantser is one who writes- figuratively (and sometimes quite literally) by the seat of their pants.
I have heard this method recently called ‘Discovery Writing.’ Admittedly it sounds less perverse than telling unsuspecting conversants and blog readers that I am a panther.
So, Todd, you seem like a decent fellow. What’s this bit about being a converted pantser?
Hey-thanks! I’m glad you asked! I
It hit me the other morning as I was exiting the shower. That cold blast of air when the A/C kicks on and the breeze hits the still wet area behind the knee that just chills the whole body. AND along with the goosebumps came an epiphany.
You see, prior to exiting the shower, I was fully engaged in the act of showering and the story arc for one of my works in progress was starting to play out in my head. As a discovery writer, I refer to this as the movie in my head. When I write most pieces, I don’t actually feel like I’m writing. With the fictional works, it’s as though I am watching a movie in my head and doing my best to transcribe the movie I’m seeing in my head with the words that find their way to the page. Sometimes it works out quite well. Others--not so much.
This particular movie in my head was quickly drifting to the second category.
I had a huge problem. I had MASSIVE ideas for two of my three main characters. Plot twists, misdirection, the works. It was a glorious thought, thinking how the reader would find themselves as twisted and conflicted reading these guys as I was whilst writing them.
As though the projectionist had forgotten to cue up the next reel, I saw a movie one second, and the next, a blank screen.
I knew what things I wanted me and thee to see on this journey, but I didn’t yet know where we were going dear reader. I had landmarks and points of interested, but no destination in mind.
In addition to finding out exactly how long I could stay in the shower until the hot water went cold (26 minutes), I had an epiphany and a moment of terror.
I had no ending. I had no idea why the characters were doing what they were doing.
I was pantsing wildly. As I toweled myself off, I bowed my head in defeat.
I needed a plan. Some kind of map to the finish line that not only had a pad, but actually mentioned a little bit just what that particular finish line might look like.
The need of the plan wasn’t so much the epiphany as this. There is no such thing as an either/or kind of writer. The best plotters and planners have moments where they look back on the page and aren’t sure how the words got there. Discovery within the framework.
And the best discovery writers sometimes need to plan things out, even if it’s only minimally or else they risk wearing a hole in the seat of their pantsy pants pants.
That’s the crux of it, then, isn’t it?
Stop putting yourself in a box of this type of writer or that.
When someone is reading your work they won’t much care about the journey YOU took getting the words on the page. No, my friends and fellow writers, they will be more concerned with the journey that those words are taking THEM on.
So, write. If you need a plan, make one. If you have a movie in your head-watch it, describe it, let others live it.
Just write.
-A.T.
August 19, 2016
Welcome Tim McWhorter
Hello Lovelies,
Please welcome the fantasy Tim McWhorter to the blog today. He has graciously agreed to do a guest post. BUT FIRST...*insert requisite there's more exclamation here*
“Where do you get your ideas from?”
While the first answer that usually pops into my head is ‘Preposition Street,’ (Thanks, Mike!) I generally keep that one to myself. I’m good at being a smartass, but it’s arrogant to go around flaunting it. So whether the question is phrased using proper grammar or not, the sentiment seems to be the most often posed to writers and authors alike. And if not the most, it’s at least in the top three. Inquiring minds want to know, and while I haven’t taken an official poll, I’m sure I’m not alone in offering the occasional shrug as an answer.
The truth is that there simply is no one place or source from which I draw my ideas. There’s no wishing well that I throw a coin into and get rewarded with a shiny new story line; no goblet of fire that spits out ideas in return for tossing in a piece of paper with my name on it. (Merely a shameless attempt at earning brownie points from my wife for including a Harry Potter reference.) The origins of my ideas are so varied, there’s no way to combine them into one all-encompassing source. They come to me in the shower, on my lengthy drive to work, or while I’m trying to get some much-needed sleep at 3 a.m. They just have a habit of coming around, even when not invited. But every once in awhile, a story idea springs up from a real life experience, and those have a special place in my heart. Write what you know, they say. Okay. Will do. For instance…
Back in the 80s, my friend, Rick, and I used to fish. A lot. One day we were out on Rick’s boat at Hoover Reservoir, doing what we could to diminish its smallmouth numbers. Or walleye. Or basically whatever we could get to take the bait. One of our mistakes that afternoon is that we had our backs to the west for too long as we trolled along the Eastern shoreline. By the time we noticed the massive storm coming, it was too late. The wind started whipping our jackets. I nearly lost my hat. Waves grew from gentle laps to white-capped swells. The wimpy trolling motor we were forced to use on that particular body of water was about as useful as a cow in stopping a tornado. The oars proved even more useless. The more we paddled, the further away from the west bank and Rick’s truck we got. Finally, exhausted and through beating our heads against the wall, we simply stopped paddling and allowed the current to carry us over to the other side of the lake. Once there, we were forced to set out on foot up a long curvy road surrounded by unfamiliar woods, rain hammering us from above.
In the end, everything turned out fine. We found a house, used their phone to call Rick’s dad and he came to give us a ride back to the other side of the lake where Rick’s truck and trailer were parked. It was a harrowing experience to say the least, but we came out of it relatively unscathed. But when I was brainstorming ideas for my first full-length novel, this experience came to mind and I thought, ‘what if…?’
And just like that (as if it were that simple) Bone White was born.
So that’s the answer to the age-old question of where I get my ideas. At least one of them. I took my own real life experience and ran with it, creating something much bigger and (hopefully) terrifying. And yes, Rick and I are still good friends. We still talk about the old days. Occasionally one of us will bring up that particular afternoon, which generally leads to a discussion of the book and me catching hell for what happened to him in it. But that’s a post for another day and a spoiler you’ll just have to discover for yourself.
Till next time, my friends…
Please welcome the fantasy Tim McWhorter to the blog today. He has graciously agreed to do a guest post. BUT FIRST...*insert requisite there's more exclamation here*
Tim McWhorter was born under a waning crescent moon, and while he has no idea what the significance is, he thinks it sounds really cool to say. A graduate of Otterbein College with a BA in Creative Writing, he is the author of the novella Shadows Remain, the suspense-thrillers, Bone White, and its sequel, Blackened, and a collection of short stories titled Swallowing The Worm and Other Stories. He lives the suburban life just outside of Columbus, OH, with his wife, a handful of children and a few obligatory 'family' pets that have somehow become solely his responsibility. He is currently hard at work on another thriller with just enough horror to keep you up at night. He is available for conversation through Twitter (@Tim_McWhorter), Facebook (www.facebook.com/pages/Tim-Mcwhorter-...) and his website (www.timmcwhorter.com).
“Where do you get your ideas from?”
While the first answer that usually pops into my head is ‘Preposition Street,’ (Thanks, Mike!) I generally keep that one to myself. I’m good at being a smartass, but it’s arrogant to go around flaunting it. So whether the question is phrased using proper grammar or not, the sentiment seems to be the most often posed to writers and authors alike. And if not the most, it’s at least in the top three. Inquiring minds want to know, and while I haven’t taken an official poll, I’m sure I’m not alone in offering the occasional shrug as an answer.
The truth is that there simply is no one place or source from which I draw my ideas. There’s no wishing well that I throw a coin into and get rewarded with a shiny new story line; no goblet of fire that spits out ideas in return for tossing in a piece of paper with my name on it. (Merely a shameless attempt at earning brownie points from my wife for including a Harry Potter reference.) The origins of my ideas are so varied, there’s no way to combine them into one all-encompassing source. They come to me in the shower, on my lengthy drive to work, or while I’m trying to get some much-needed sleep at 3 a.m. They just have a habit of coming around, even when not invited. But every once in awhile, a story idea springs up from a real life experience, and those have a special place in my heart. Write what you know, they say. Okay. Will do. For instance…
Back in the 80s, my friend, Rick, and I used to fish. A lot. One day we were out on Rick’s boat at Hoover Reservoir, doing what we could to diminish its smallmouth numbers. Or walleye. Or basically whatever we could get to take the bait. One of our mistakes that afternoon is that we had our backs to the west for too long as we trolled along the Eastern shoreline. By the time we noticed the massive storm coming, it was too late. The wind started whipping our jackets. I nearly lost my hat. Waves grew from gentle laps to white-capped swells. The wimpy trolling motor we were forced to use on that particular body of water was about as useful as a cow in stopping a tornado. The oars proved even more useless. The more we paddled, the further away from the west bank and Rick’s truck we got. Finally, exhausted and through beating our heads against the wall, we simply stopped paddling and allowed the current to carry us over to the other side of the lake. Once there, we were forced to set out on foot up a long curvy road surrounded by unfamiliar woods, rain hammering us from above.
In the end, everything turned out fine. We found a house, used their phone to call Rick’s dad and he came to give us a ride back to the other side of the lake where Rick’s truck and trailer were parked. It was a harrowing experience to say the least, but we came out of it relatively unscathed. But when I was brainstorming ideas for my first full-length novel, this experience came to mind and I thought, ‘what if…?’And just like that (as if it were that simple) Bone White was born.
So that’s the answer to the age-old question of where I get my ideas. At least one of them. I took my own real life experience and ran with it, creating something much bigger and (hopefully) terrifying. And yes, Rick and I are still good friends. We still talk about the old days. Occasionally one of us will bring up that particular afternoon, which generally leads to a discussion of the book and me catching hell for what happened to him in it. But that’s a post for another day and a spoiler you’ll just have to discover for yourself.
Till next time, my friends…
August 15, 2016
Enter the Giveaway!
May 20, 2016
52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks - BONUS GIVEAWAY!
Dear Readers,
As some of you may or may not know I adore Ray Bradbury. His book 'Zen and the Art of Writing' is one of my favorite tomes on writing to date. It's a tiny thing but so beautiful and packed full of wisdom from such a wonderful mind. So this post today is for two reasons.
1. I'm going to give you a copy of 'Zen and the Art of Writing' because if you haven't read it that needed to happen yesterday and if you have read it and don't own a copy that also needs to happen.
2. There is a quote by Ray Bradbury:
This quote resonates with me because of Ray Bradbury and because I often have doubts aboutmy work. Is it good enough? Will I ever be good enough? I can't help these thoughts...I'm human.
So I'm taking Mr. Bradbury's advice and I am going to pen 52 short stories. One a week until this time next year. My requirements: 3000-5000 words each. I'm also going to use this as an opportunity to try out new genres and play with new writing styles and ideas. I'll post every single one here for you to read.
So...that's it. Next Friday you will have the first of 52 stories to read. Now sent me booze because I'm going to need it.
XO
M
P.S. Leave a comment with your email if you want that copy of Zen...I'll draw next Friday!
As some of you may or may not know I adore Ray Bradbury. His book 'Zen and the Art of Writing' is one of my favorite tomes on writing to date. It's a tiny thing but so beautiful and packed full of wisdom from such a wonderful mind. So this post today is for two reasons.
1. I'm going to give you a copy of 'Zen and the Art of Writing' because if you haven't read it that needed to happen yesterday and if you have read it and don't own a copy that also needs to happen.
2. There is a quote by Ray Bradbury:
This quote resonates with me because of Ray Bradbury and because I often have doubts aboutmy work. Is it good enough? Will I ever be good enough? I can't help these thoughts...I'm human.
So I'm taking Mr. Bradbury's advice and I am going to pen 52 short stories. One a week until this time next year. My requirements: 3000-5000 words each. I'm also going to use this as an opportunity to try out new genres and play with new writing styles and ideas. I'll post every single one here for you to read.
So...that's it. Next Friday you will have the first of 52 stories to read. Now sent me booze because I'm going to need it.
XO
M
P.S. Leave a comment with your email if you want that copy of Zen...I'll draw next Friday!
April 22, 2016
Win a Book About Shakespeare
This is not my book but an awesome looking book I was offered to giveaway. The winner must be located in the United States and it will be shipped directly from the publisher. To enter the giveaway leave a comment and tell me what your favorite Shakespeare piece is (also include your email so I can notify you)! I will draw a winner Friday 30 April at 12PM EST.
Do you like Shakespeare? DO you like traveling? This might be a book for you!
There are 83 copies of the First Folio in a vault beneath Capitol Hill, the world's largest collection. Well over 150 Indian movies are based on Shakespeare's plays - more than in any other nation. If current trends continue, there will soon be more high-school students reading The Merchant of Venice in Mandarin Chinese than in early-modern English. Why did this happen - and how? Ranging ambitiously across four continents and 400 years, Worlds Elsewhere is an eye-opening account of how Shakespeare went global. Seizing inspiration from the playwright's own fascination with travel, foreignness and distant worlds, Dickson takes us on an extraordinary journey - from Hamlet performed by English actors tramping through Poland in the early 1600s to twenty-first-century Shanghai, where Shashibiya survived Mao's Cultural Revolution to become an honored Chinese author.
En route we visit Nazi Germany, where Shakespeare became an unlikely favorite, and delve into the history of Bollywood, where Shakespearian stories helped give birth to Indian cinema. In Johannesburg, we discover how Shakespeare was enlisted into the fight to end apartheid. In California, we encounter him as the most popular playwright of the American frontier.
Both a cultural history and a literary travelogue, the first of its kind, Worlds Elsewhereexplores how Shakespeare became the world's writer, and how his works have changed beyond all recognition during the journey.
© Sarah LeeAndrew Dickson was raised in Yorkshire, and studied at Cambridge. He is currently an honorary fellow at Birkbeck, University of London, a former visiting fellow at the University of Warwick, and has contributed to The New Cambridge Companion to Shakespeare. Formerly an arts editor at the Guardian in London, he continues to write regularly for the paper and has also written for The New Yorker online and The New Statesman. He makes regular appearances on BBC radio and TV as a presenter and reviewer.
Visit Andrew's website WorldsElsewhere.com
Do you like Shakespeare? DO you like traveling? This might be a book for you!
There are 83 copies of the First Folio in a vault beneath Capitol Hill, the world's largest collection. Well over 150 Indian movies are based on Shakespeare's plays - more than in any other nation. If current trends continue, there will soon be more high-school students reading The Merchant of Venice in Mandarin Chinese than in early-modern English. Why did this happen - and how? Ranging ambitiously across four continents and 400 years, Worlds Elsewhere is an eye-opening account of how Shakespeare went global. Seizing inspiration from the playwright's own fascination with travel, foreignness and distant worlds, Dickson takes us on an extraordinary journey - from Hamlet performed by English actors tramping through Poland in the early 1600s to twenty-first-century Shanghai, where Shashibiya survived Mao's Cultural Revolution to become an honored Chinese author.
En route we visit Nazi Germany, where Shakespeare became an unlikely favorite, and delve into the history of Bollywood, where Shakespearian stories helped give birth to Indian cinema. In Johannesburg, we discover how Shakespeare was enlisted into the fight to end apartheid. In California, we encounter him as the most popular playwright of the American frontier.
Both a cultural history and a literary travelogue, the first of its kind, Worlds Elsewhereexplores how Shakespeare became the world's writer, and how his works have changed beyond all recognition during the journey.
© Sarah LeeAndrew Dickson was raised in Yorkshire, and studied at Cambridge. He is currently an honorary fellow at Birkbeck, University of London, a former visiting fellow at the University of Warwick, and has contributed to The New Cambridge Companion to Shakespeare. Formerly an arts editor at the Guardian in London, he continues to write regularly for the paper and has also written for The New Yorker online and The New Statesman. He makes regular appearances on BBC radio and TV as a presenter and reviewer.Visit Andrew's website WorldsElsewhere.com
