THE SMALL THINGS

The drive this morning was one of the more dramatic I have had. I set off in slanting rain, which had been rattling at the windows all night...

I am having an actual coffee break. A real proper break with a latte and a huge piece of cake and everything. Being self-employed is a beau...

Out into the bright Scottish autumn we go - the red mare, the little Paint, the Horse Talker and me. The leaves on the trees have turned suc...

Apparently, the great Helen Mirren has just said something like: ‘I’m not gorgeous, I never was, but I was always OK-looking.’ In some ways ...

Too much to do. Actually, I had written two blogs for you in my head, before my teeth were even brushed this morning, whilst John Humphreys...

The work starts to shift. People sometimes wonder why it takes so long to write a book. I wonder why it takes so long, especially when I can...

I’ve suddenly had a spate of cold calls. Some bugger has obviously sold my telephone number for ready cash and now they are all piling in. ...

After my good news collapse, it was salutary to go back to my voluntary work today. Working at HorseBack reminds me of many important things...

The agent calls, with words about the manuscript. The words are good. She is sharp and full of business; she does not do gushing or sentimen...

Author’s note: I really had intended to tell you something which was not about the horse today. But the red mare was so lovely this morning...

I am back to my other project. Two hundred and thirty-five pages have been edited this week. I am still not being strict enough about killin...

‘I worry about you and that horse,’ says my mother, at breakfast. ‘I know,’ I say. I do know. I know at once what she is going to say. ‘Bec...