Blog

Welcome to the blog, which I’ll do my best to update every week. Sometimes I’ll post one of my newspaper columns – now largely featuring the vexed questions of married life, getting older and coping with lockdown – and sometimes it’ll be news and views on my writing, or writing in general. I’m also aware that a few people who read my books would like to write their own books, so from time to time I’ll write some ‘advice’ posts as well…
Mark Richards

The Hunter Gatherer

“I’m going into the garden,” I announced. My wife raised her eyebrows. She did that inverted commas thing with her fingers. The one she knows annoys me so much. “More ‘creative thinking,’ dear? Don’t forget your glass of red wine.” “I’m going to bring the harvest in,” I said, reaching for a basket. It’s a […]

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Shades in the Rain

It’s quite alarming how quickly you lose your fitness. Well, it is at my age. It’s not a long, lingering goodbye. There’s none of that, ‘This is not goodbye, just au revoir’ nonsense. “Right, mate. That’s it. I’m off. See ya. Bye.” And it’s gone. Over the hills and far away. And you’re too knackered […]

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The Algorithm

As a writer your life is controlled by a Single Deity. It dictates your mood, your income, your happiness. It’s a benevolent God that smiles on you. Or a vengeful God that flicks you casually into the outer darkness. It’s the Amazon Algorithm. It’s all knowing. All powerful. Remorselessly accurate. ‘Don’t sell your book to […]

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No Price to Pay

I can’t work out how long it’s been. Twenty years? Twenty-five? But it’s come to an end. Ah, I see what you were thinking. She’s finally lost patience. Come to her senses. Can’t say he wasn’t warned… No, you’re wrong. Although if I don’t cut the grass that could change. I’ve left my office. Given […]

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Creakin’ Jack Flash

I blame Phyllis. She’s a good friend of mine. I’ve even met her once. So once more than I’ve met most of my friends. It was her post on Facebook. ‘Ageing rock stars’ or something similar. They’re having to update their lyrics as they get older. The Commodores, for example. Once, Twice, Three Times a […]

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The Blame Game

You’ll remember where we left it last week. I was down on my knees mopping up cream. Lizzie was earning a huge number of brownie points by helping. My wife? She’d fled the scene. It wasn’t just the kitchen floor. Her jeans and her jumper had also received a generous helping of single cream. One […]

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The Cream Rises

As you may recall, my wife was a touch hyper last week. Lizzie was coming to visit and a decree had gone out from Caesar that the house was to be made spotless. Naturally I played my part. Although the old short term memory must be playing up again – I can’t quite remember what […]

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