The Sin Bin

The author and his cat. One of them is proofing a document. You can tell his by the yellow sticky notes hanging off the paper in his hand.
The author and his cat. One of them is proofing a document. You can tell his by the yellow sticky notes hanging off the paper in his hand.

I’ve been a news journalist and editor then a non-fiction book editor for a very long time. This might explain why I rebel against concision in my fiction. Among my sins are overwriting and over-plotting. Enough about me, here’s are the screw-ups that never made it to their nascency. Rather than forget them, I thought I’d let all of you highly cultured, incredibly literate people judge me. Have fun now!


  • Barleycorn Buildings

    The first few chapters of a novel that ever had the chance to end about family, ego, homelessness and hubris.

    Read what remains…

  • The Assumption

    A novel that never quite made it. It was about love, hope, self-image and memory’s false constructions.

    Read what remains…

  • The Little Man

    Nobody he knew would have dared to steal Keith Kinsey’s car. Like his house, his holiday villa on the south coast, his children, his wife, his space at the greyhound track, even his seat at West Ham, that car as sacrosanct. Do not touch. On pain of death, or at least torture. Kinsey stood and

    Read what remains…


Writing, fiction, novels, short stories and poetry that never quite made it… and Why

A little mentioned problem with writing fiction (and poetry) is writing too much and editing too little. Cutting often feels like a savage act of filicide. This is what this section of the site is all about: the work that didn’t beat the cut.

Bad poetry (a side-eye view)

(When it comes to poetry, the same is true: too many adjectives, adverbs, similes, metaphors all combine to overgrow clarity. There’s little worse writing in the world than bad poetry – like a sharp clawed lion in the warm red glove of a fragile nightfall, it can take your face off or at least make you run from the savannah of poetry…. see?)