Uncategorized, Writing

Birthday beginnings, ‘The Lions of Lisbon’

It's my birthday today, and consequently it's a good time to talk about beginnings. My actual beginning to be precise... I shall explain. Last year, Professor Willie Maley, founder of Glasgow University's Creative Writing Masters along with  Philip Hobsbawm, asked me to contribute to The Lions of Lisbon, A Play Of Two Halves, being published by Luath Press… Continue reading Birthday beginnings, ‘The Lions of Lisbon’

Film, Uncategorized, Women, Women in Sport

Royal Television Society Scotland nominations!

I was thrilled this week when the nominations for this year's Royal Television Society Scotland awards were announced. The RTS awards are the gold standard of achievement in the television industry recognising excellence across the entire range of programme making and broadcasting skills. Two (yes, two!) films that I wrote, produced and directed have been shortlisted for an award. Tartan… Continue reading Royal Television Society Scotland nominations!

Family, Uncategorized, Writing

“All fiction begins in a lived truth” says @katetempest

I was back at the Mitchell Theatre in Glasgow last night, this time attending an Aye Write! event featuring Kate Tempest, hosted by the brilliant poet Holly McNish. My friend Beccy and I settled into the packed theatre, a room tense with creative anticipation. We soon found out that the passion was well-placed. Kate, well… Continue reading “All fiction begins in a lived truth” says @katetempest

Family, Uncategorized, Writing

Grief is an emotional amputation.

Grief is a monster. A parasite as heavy as sin that clings brutally to the emptiness that loss exhumes. It steals your breath, shocking your body at every turn, luring your soul into the slow tide of darkness. A bleak and endless eruption of eerie silence it rises methodically to the surface, piercing any hint of… Continue reading Grief is an emotional amputation.

Uncategorized, Writing

Scottish fiction isn’t boring, it’s bold and beautiful.

This week, I read an article in the Herald which quoted Scottish publisher Adrian Searle (of Freight)  as saying that "Scottish fiction can be really boring".  Like many others my first reaction was to be a wee bit miffed at the headline. The quote apparently attacks the fiction that I, and many other excellent Scottish authors, passionately support. A few… Continue reading Scottish fiction isn’t boring, it’s bold and beautiful.


The true meaning of life…

I was really privileged to be invited, (as a VIP guest no less) along with my colleague Stefanie Smith, to the Raith Rovers Football Club annual Hall of Fame event at the Adam Smith Theatre in Kirkcaldy on Monday night. The invite came from Ally Gourlay, a remarkable man who never fails to amaze me. Ally… Continue reading The true meaning of life…


Bloody Scotland debut!

A month or so ago my publisher sent me a link to a new initiative from the organisers of the Bloody Scotland crime writing festival in Stirling. Called "Crime in the Spotlight" it is designed to give emerging authors an opportunity to shine by reading from their books at one of the main festival events. The… Continue reading Bloody Scotland debut!


The Royal Television Society awards, #JockStein and woo hoo!

If you have stopped by this wee site recently then you'll be aware that a film I wrote, produced and directed was nominated in the best sport programme category for a Royal Television Society award. You'll also know that the ceremony was being held in Glasgow on the 20th of May. What happened you ask? Well, Jock… Continue reading The Royal Television Society awards, #JockStein and woo hoo!


As my wee birds fly the Scottish nation nests in yellow…

Thursday was a massive day. The second edition of my novel, The Birds That Never Flew, was launched at Waterstones in Glasgow and the event was quite beautiful. Despite my apprehension that no-one would turn up (fanny!) the venue was bustling with people; family, friends, fellow writers and Thunderpoint novelists and even a few folk just interested to… Continue reading As my wee birds fly the Scottish nation nests in yellow…