Words

I’ve always been a writer. But sometimes it takes a while for the obvious to become … well, obvious. In my case, fifty-four years (ie. my entire time so far on the planet). In the meantime, I’ve done many jobs, been many versions of ‘me’ – worn many hats, jumped through many hoops. Yet none of these ever seemed to quite properly fit. And always I kept coming back to it, the need to write … a few features here and there, published in magazines and local newspapers, but mainly various part-started-never-completed projects, all stashed away, waiting for the mythical ‘one day’ … while I concentrated instead on that most vital of identity markers, the *real* job (no matter how miserable all those ‘real’ jobs made me feel). And then I became upwell. And I injured my hand. And life shifted tempo … and the obvious presented itself as the only feasible option. To write. So here it is. Now or never …

Thus, it is with great excitement (and some trepidation) I am now aiming to publish my first book towards the end of 2021/beginning 2022, whist at the same time embarking on a PhD in Celtic Studies at the University of wales Trinity Saint David (2021-25) exploring explore the folklore of west Cornwall, namely the Cornish Drolls as published by Victorian writers William Bottrell and Robert Hunt between 1865-81. I’ll be blogging about this along the way.