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My Mendeley obsession

Everyone needs a little pointless highly-satisfying task to do when you should be doing something else – I mean, something other than Facebook. For me, that’s Mendeley. At first glance, it’s just a citation tool. Basically, you put all your journal articles, research papers, conference proceedings, book chapters, etc in...

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Why I hate writers on the internet

So I’m a writer. I’m even sometimes a paid one (yay!). I have this crazy idea that being a writer means that I should be telling stories – making observations about life, describing tiny parts of the universe, sharing tid-bits about people, both fictional and real. But writers on the...

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Here Be Brittle

It arrived! Well, it arrived a little while ago, in the countryside, while I was in Oz. My story in Brittle Star Magazine. We had a party on the weekend, and at one drunken point I was wobbling around the lounge room saying “you must see this! I must show...

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Stop Start Writing

You have days, you know. Weeks even, where your output is approximately zero. You blame it on: no time, no internet, too much sun, not enough air-con, Christmas parties, moving house (again!), catching up with old friends, drinking too much beer, have you ever noticed that this chair is just...

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One Nice Tweet

Today I thanked someone I didn’t know for helping me to do something that I never thought I’d need. I’ve made a decision. I’m going to thank complete strangers more often. Every single day I am amazed at the generosity of people on the internet. People who make free WordPress...

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People are Rubbish

In the spirit of data collection, I’ve taken to using Bitly to see which of my links people actually clink on. And the results are, I have to say, despairing. I shared a few stories this week. One was about a woman who draws penises using her Nike running app....

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Letter Writing

Many years ago, I stayed with a friend in Kendal. He was a locum in the hospital and was living in nurses’ quarters. The room was nothing much, a tiny space with a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a window through which we watched with genuine joy as...

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Google’s Specs

No matter how connected you are, do you ever sometimes get the impression that Google just doesn’t get you? It’s no secret that I love books. I love them so much I frequently fall asleep with one on my chest, under the pillow, on the floor, over my face… sometimes...

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Episode II : A New City

I’m sitting at a desk in the attic of a building in central Zagreb. The rain is pouring down the windows and dripping off the satellite dishes outside. A crane has stopped working for the day on the half-finished building opposite. As the thunder rolls, I’m a little bit afraid...