It all started when I won first prize in a little writing competition in my home town (with Death walks round the world). To test the water, in 1985 I applied for a regional Arts Council bursary: if I get it, I'll start writing more seriously; if I don't, I'll only write when I feel like it. I got it, and have since built a body of work amounting to over 50 short stories (with 11 at late draft stage) and three short novels (two still in progress). Short stories were once badly neglected in the UK, but until I left full-time work in 1992 they suited my extended lunch hours in Nottingham city library; now they suit my time management style. I mainly keep poetry private (little confidence in it, mainly!) although I’ve used it to illustrate one personal area of this site. I tend to move between between art, music and writing. I once used the neat little German portable (above left) for poetry. The first thing I ever did on a (green-screen Amstrad) computer was write.
No-one round here says “hello”. They say “alright”, as if they care how you are or need to check that everything is as it should be, but no-one ever knows because you're just supposed to say ” back…
By now, death had walked calmly round the world so many times that the sea no longer took the trouble to get it wet as it crossed the ocean floor…
(This is the story than started me off. It won first prize in a little writing competition in my home town.)
Peter has to work like most of us, but although he's not quite feeling normal he finds someone who understands that the world sometimes looks like it's coming at him from the wrong end of a telecsope.
When he discovered that she was drinking petrol he wasn’t surprised. He had spotted the bottle in her bag. She would take it out, sipping at intervals throughout the day…
The pipes, tubes, meters and walkways gave this machinery the appearance of a pumping station I had once visited—the scale of the equipment evoked the comparison—but I knew at once that what was before me had nothing at all to do with water.
for five poems on the same melancholy theme (opens new tab/window)
Essays
I keep thinking about using hypertext as a medium. And I do mean thinking about. For now, to view a future hypertext piece as (warning) one long page of ordinary text (that might have <link> inserted here and there), click on one of these essays—the nearest term I can find to describe them—below:
One individual explores the significant symbolic difference between six and seven in a Euclidean quest to discover the impossibility of constructing a perfect Heptagon.
A discussion on the logic of the necessity for investigation into the area of physiological computing and reviews empirical work by some of the authors.
Argues for an examination of creativity at a lower functional level than existing cognitive-sociological models, drawing on the dynamics of self-organizing complex systems and patterns.
An argument for a more intelligently informed ‘2.0’metaphor, and the anxiety behind the rapid adoption of web terminology in other fields, or whether the use of this suffix in other contexts is meaningful beyond the current phase of the web.
Using the magic line (connecting each integer in sequence) to reveal underlying homologies and to investigate whether magic squares that share magic line patterns might also be considered trivial.
Exploring software methods to enable the measurement of certain properties of magic squares, such as the length of the magic line and the results of certain transformations.
Concatenating and enhancing existing models of creativity, a proposal for a framework that takes issues regarding the evaluation of creative work that uses the computer as a medium more effectively.
aiming for detailed glimpses of the smallish lives we all experience… with interest in the complex issues of human interaction… needing regular human interaction to check the validity of viewpoints…
