Rarely will I write indoors, even if it means getting wet during rain, or my hands numb in winter.

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

Rural and traditional escapism. That’s my angle. Places and events where we are free to relax and be ourselves, where nobody tells us to hurry along or conform or grow up. Somewhere we can properly...

It’s the wonderment of water that makes it so appealing: thoughts of what’s beneath the surface, or out there beyond a watery horizon.

It is possible to escape the complexities, challenges and pace of modern life. All we have to do is close our eyes and picture a quiet world where time moves slowly.

It is possible to be happy and successful by living on one’s own terms.

Dreams free us from normality. Daydreams, especially, take us somewhere between the real world and the dream world.

Imagination is the real magic that exists in this world. Look inwards, to see outwards. And capture it in writing.

The young man only looks to the future because he has lived little; the old man looks to the past because he has little left to live.

A pen that has clocked up a million words, a lifetime’s memories, is worth more than the centrepiece in a jeweller’s window.

Take a step back and view the world through your eyes, not someone else’s. Listen to your heart and decide what you really want.

Every layer of complexity creates greater distance from life’s simple truths.

Everything from the humble woodlouse to specks of dust moving through a ray of sunlight. Each tells a story.

Water is intrinsically linked to the mystery and excitement of discovering new worlds.

Stop – Unplug – Escape – Enjoy.’ This is the message of the Priory, and the key to enjoying a peaceful and rewarding life.

Old buildings whisper to us in the creaking of floorboards and rattling of windowpanes.

Wear your heart on your sleeve. Write about what you think and feel. And share it with your friends.

The greatest moments of creativity come in absolute solitude, when one’s mind is free from distraction and able to probe the depths of the impossible.

It is this brighter side, the romantic side, the emotional side, that appeals to me.

If a pen can communicate our thoughts, dreams, and emotions and be the voice of our soul, then ink is the medium that carries the message.

Disconnect from society’s pressure to conform. Do things your own way.

It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.

It’s not always best to know what’s going on beneath the surface.

Lake water, even when boiled, has an effect on my digestive system similar to the movement of a hangman’s trapdoor.

Cherish the moment and the time in which you live.

As a child I would play with such imagination that the ‘real’ world was never real at all. It was full of mystery, adventure and possibility.

A man can never have too many books. Neither can he have too many fountain pens, hats, fishing rods, waistcoats, tea caddies, paintings or whatever helps him to feel at home in his surroundings and...

Committing your thoughts and feelings to words is like putting your soul on a plate and hoping the diners will like what they eat.

May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.

Writing ink is the magic that allows nothing to become something. It catches the fleeting idea and seeks out the glances of those who wish to see. Even a random ink splat will mean something...

There is a fine line between fair criticism and jealous assault.

Satnav will get us quickly and all-too-predictably from A to B, but the path of life is more interesting when we’re allowed to explore the side streets.

A man can never be truly free when he knows that he is neglecting his duties elsewhere.

Being here is such a contrast to where I’d otherwise be.

Think about it: send SLASH receive. Email is the frenzied killer of proper communication.

Time alone helps us to remember who we are.

Publish a book before you’re too old to read it without glasses.

Editing one’s writing is as easy as lighting a match while riding a bicycle.

Life can be impossibly tough. At times it seems like there is no escape from either the pressure or monotony of a world where you are corralled into being something or someone you are not....

Walk free from the long shadows cast by small people.

What compels me to write now is the same as all those years ago. It is the love of writing and storytelling, driven by a desire to escape.

Nature or nurture? A talent needs both.

The only person to blame for your situation is you.

Putting pen to paper without first deciding the route and pace at which to scribe is like setting off on a bicycle without first checking the tyres.

Only the present exists. The past is gone, and the future has not yet happened. There is only ever time present.

Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

Being an author is to have a toe in the creative pool and a foot in the vat of commerce.

We all need to believe in something, a dream that gives us optimism and faith.

If we spend enough time dreaming, then the dream might eventually become real.