by Alan Peart | Jul 3, 2014 | the gallery of vanished husbands, writer pontification
I particularly like this photograph of the two iconic painters. We see Lucian Freud’s unkempt studio – paint-dashed floor and walls and we are coming in at the end of the story. Presumably Freud has spent months capturing Hockney. In the photograph Hockney plays the...
by Alan Peart | Jul 29, 2013 | from summerhouse to summer read, inspiration, the gallery of vanished husbands, Uncategorized, writer pontification
Not Mr S. He’s still very much here. Rather I’m at that strange moment when the novel is ceasing to be mine and ownership is transferring to readers. During the writing process Juliet Montague, Leonard, Freida, Mr and Mrs Greene, Charlie et al were mine...
by Alan Peart | Jan 31, 2012 | dorset life, writer pontification
snowdrops at Kingston Lacey I love snowdrops. Just when January seems endless and grey, the snowdrop appear — a magical all day frost. These were taken during an afternoon *ahem* skipping work when Mr S and I went walking at Kingston Lacey. Kingston Lacey is a...
by Alan Peart | Aug 2, 2011 | the movie business, writer pontification
Guest post by Mr S Sometimes stories come to you in a flash, sometimes you have to stand on a cliff for yonks and stare moodily into the middle distance, and then there are stories such as ‘Not Another Happy Ending,’ a screenplay about a quirky young novelist, her...
by Alan Peart | May 16, 2011 | from summerhouse to summer read, places in 'The Novel in the Viola', the novel in the viola, writer pontification
In the first of an occasional series of places featured in ‘The Novel in the Viola’, here is Durdle Door. Kit imagines taking Elise here and spending an afternoon dawdling in Burt’s boat, The Lugger. Durdle Door separates two beaches — one...
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by Alan Peart | Mar 21, 2011 | writer pontification
It’s a strange feeling, waiting for my book to come out. For so long it’s been in my imagination and dreams — I’ve lived and breathed Tyneford for years, it seems. I feel like Tyneford has been existing in parallel to the real world, like...
