I sat at my desk, flicking through the Times and wondering how I was going to make the rent. Taking in washing suggested itself. Then Doris buzzed in a couple of potential clients. The tall one was wringing his cap in his hands like a washcloth after a shower. The other, shiny faced and fat, fixed me with an eye like a raisin in dough. He must have been the brains.Continue reading “No Raymond Chandler”
The writing had been on the wall. Eleanor Stephens knew that people were not going into the High Street, they were not booking holidays, and when they did it was on the internet, not by going into an old-fashioned travel agent.Continue reading “A Change of Career”
Do you want to know what happened at the beginning? Well, I woke up yesterday and Mummy and Daddy were arguing in the kitchen. I don’t know what about. They are always arguing.Continue reading “A Car Ride”
Alphabetise your tins.
Weep over your sock-drawer.
Marie Kondo your address book.
Finish your novel, or start it.Continue reading “25 Things To Do During Self-Isolation”
Jessica was a fortune-teller. She did not have a gaudy striped tent in a travelling circus. She did not wear a turban or favour large hooped earrings. She did not read palms and no-one crossed her palms with silver.Continue reading “Haruspex”
This site is really just an online business card so people can contact me. When I get round to it I will add more of the material I’ve been working on over the last couple of years.
My background is in journalism. Now I enjoy writing fiction and non-fiction, I edit, and I lead writers’ groups. I also love films: the blurry image is from White God (2014), directed by Kornél Mundruczó.
I like talking about the things I do and am very approachable. I live in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, UK. You can contact me by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org or texting +77 8851 5387.Continue reading “Contact John Morrish”