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Mind The Gap
In January 1987 I began studying for a masters in International Relations at Syracuse University, New York State. I was able to choose most of the modules, needing thirty credits for the degree. At the start of my first, cold semester, I tromped up through the deep banks of snow for my opening class in Continue reading
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Deja Vu All Over Again
I’m reading Whirligig and loving it! In fact, I plan to read my whole Shire’s Union trilogy back-to-back. How conceited is Buxton, you might be thinking, to read his own work and trumpet about it. But I’ve never understood those writers or actors who cringe at the idea of enjoying their own work. To be honest, I think most Continue reading
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Christmas in Springtime
Last week was Christmas; at least it was for me. I had a UPS package number and I wasn’t afraid to use it. It was like Christmas Eve when you can go on-line and follow Santa’s flight around the world. I’d ordered the first proof copy of my novel, Whirligig, and was tracking it as the Continue reading
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Coming up for Air
It’s only through writing (quite a lot of it) that it’s been possible for me to find out what sort of writer I am. I guess that makes sense. If you equate it to painting, you would be forced early on to decide if you wanted to paint landscapes or people; if you preferred to work in Continue reading
Shire's Union 