Fiction, addiction and ostentation.
Author: Pete Hartley
Kije and me
Dashing through the show; in a three-horse open sleigh. From a Soviet soundtrack to a festive farce.
To whom it may concern
A seasonal ghost story I am well aware of the dangers of walking alone late at night. I do so by choice, frequently, most nights. This is because I cannot sleep. And I’m looking for someone. If you are tempted to walk home after the bars close my advice is always call a cab, but … Continue reading To whom it may concern
Sliced Mistletoe
A seasonal excerpt from Will at the Tower, a novel exposing William Shakespeare's secret seventeenth year.
Where there was a Will
Did the teenage William Shakespeare spend time with England's most wanted religious fundamentalist at Hoghton Tower in Lancashire?
Swinging with the Singing Butler
"When fantasy becomes reality, reality becomes fantastic."
PUSHED
When we remember the fallen we should never forget why they fell Remembrance Day is for all who died in the conflicts of the wars of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. This post is predominantly about the Great War that stopped one hundred years ago today. (Technically the war did not ‘end’ then as an … Continue reading PUSHED
Gothsted
WEER AWL OWTSTANDEENG NOWE Another tale from Planet Academia It all went wrong when they introduced league tables. Prior to that Planet Academia was a delightful place. It was a world where learning was an expression of the love of knowledge, and academic attainment was a badge of honour. Teachers were guides, mentors, coaches … Continue reading Gothsted
Words, pictures and surgical scars
The creative symbiosis of writing a novel without a name The idea to attempt to compose an untitled novel found momentum at The Word event at Astley Hall in Chorley, Lancashire in September 2013. Among the speakers were book designers Ned Hoste and Ed Christiano who delivered an informative session on the crafting of book … Continue reading Words, pictures and surgical scars
Untitled (Novel) Chapter One and trailer
ONE “There is one condition. I cannot tell you my name.” He inhaled the aroma of spent tobacco. “That may make things rather difficult for me.” He wrote 27th September 1956, 10.10 a.m. at the top right-hand side of the blank page of foolscap paper. “If it were easy, I wouldn’t need your help.” His … Continue reading Untitled (Novel) Chapter One and trailer









