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Writer’s Traffic Jam

You would have thought that after 71 years on this planet I might have learned something about planning my life. But, no. Things still creep up on me and my best laid plans go awry. As a gardener and farmer … Continue reading

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Archaeology and the English Language

  This is a guest blog I did for my crowdfunding friends at DigVentures. It’s very serious indeed and should provide some useful material for undergraduate dissertations. The picture is particularly worthy of mention. The duck is called Mephistopheles, or … Continue reading

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Crowdfunding: freedom, frustration or fantasy?

Originally posted on Doug's Archaeology:
Crowdfunding in archaeology is something I am interested in and have blogged about a couple of times (see Tracing Finds: A Case Study in Crowdfunding Archaeology, Are Crowdfunding Platforms Worth it?, Fairy Godmothers Do Exist-…

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Time for the Final Push

My second Alan Cadbury mystery, The Way, The Truth and The Dead is now 73% funded and it’s time to launch the final push. MANY thanks to everyone who has subscribed: you’re all stars! And if it’s not too much … Continue reading

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Truth, Archaeology and Fiction (1)

From time to time over the years I have found myself working on two books – and it’s never much fun, so I have tried to avoid it. The trouble is that the human brain, or at least my own … Continue reading

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Nearly A Real Writer!

If I am completely honest with myself (something I try to do as infrequently as possible) I’ve always wanted to be a real writer. ‘But you are!’ I hear my sheepdog Twink bark loyally from outside my office’s open window. … Continue reading

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Writing About Writing: People

When I was a teenager I remember reading somewhere that an author – quite a famous one, I think – had to write. I can remember at the time I cringed. It sounded so precious and so pseudo-sensitive. Then, as … Continue reading

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