In France they are used to student protests. They happen with monotonous regularity. In this country, students are expected to quietly sit back and put up with the SH** handed out by politicians. Flying fire-extinguishers seem to be the narrow focus of the media but no one seems to touch on the arrogant hypocrisy of escalating university fees which will inevitably squeeze the less affluent in our society out of academic opportunities and a worthwhile future.
University education is to become the province of rich men's sons and why?
Here's a thought:
I've written to a lot of publishers and a lot of agents. They all seem to have battoned down the hatches these days.
Rejection is the norm as far as I can see. But when you think about it they are all worried about commercial viablility not the quality of a story. So how should a writer respond?
Well, for a start, the publishing world moves so slowly that if you try to write your book to fit what's popular at the time, unless you write a book every month, you don't stand any chance of attracting a publisher or agent.
Long time no blog.
Been away now I’m back!
A week-end in Bonny Scotland near Aberdeen. Stunning! Countryside to make your heart soar.
I used to live there thirty years ago when the weather was different. Now their winters are mild, snow doesn’t happen like it used to, though I’m never entirely sure if that it is just the way I remember it.
I recall my first day in Aberdeen. April 1979. The daffodils were just beginning to push their way out of the frozen thawing ground. I settled into the hospital accommodation and sat in an armchair next to a coal fire (no coal available) wrapped in my sheepskin coat, listening to the hailstones rattling down the chimney.