Mum watched me anxiously from the window. I gave her a smile and a wave. The curfew had been lifted two days ago. I was the only one outside. The National Guard had gone home. Maybe it was the rain that kept everyone inside. The new President had lifted the ban. Dad said things would…
An oil tanker spotted the small sailboat drifting across the shipping channels. The captain attempted to hail them with no response. The coastguard were scrambled to intercept. I got the call just as I was sitting down to dinner. Two hours later the sailboat was tethered to the coastguard cutter, five nautical miles from the…
I walked down Urban Street where the kid had taken the bullet last night. The Community Center sat on the corner. It looked like a vacant lot. All the windows were boarded up. I heard singing. A mournful gospel voice. I pulled open the door and edged in. The choir broke into a powerful cry.…
I have had the delightful / surreal experience of being interviewed about my writing experiences and self-publishing my first book by some hamsters… You can read the results below. Many thanks to Shehanne for taking the time and constantly being supportive. You can visit her varied and entertaining blog here https://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/
Iain.
Ha, well I’m being facetious when I say in my spare time.
My full-time job is as a Post-Production editor for television, but between trying to write and having twins aged 2 1/2, work can sometimes feel like the time that’s left over! Glasgow is a good city to work in at the moment for post-production as there are several companies based here, along with STV and BBC Scotland. I work at BBC Scotland, and have done for the last ten years. I started out doing various jobs – photo-copying, runner, camera assistant and eventually worked my way up to editor. The work of an editor involves, at it’s most basic, telling a story with moving pictures and sound. It’s often difficult to describe exactly how that happens and it varies between different types of programs. The basic mechanics involve sitting in front of a computer screen and television monitor…
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Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. 'Off home then, Meg,' he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
