I didn’t do much of that in my non-fiction days for some
reason but when I started making stuff up I rediscovered my performing
mojo.
I had lost said mojo for many years. As a teenager, I wanted
to be an actor. This followed early ambitions to be an astronaut, a detective and a garbage collector. In pursuit of the world of make believe, I attended drama classes, performed in community theatre and wrote and appeared in comedy shows for hospital radio.
There was even a bit part in an episode of a TV show here in the
UK. It was a drama for the BBC called ‘Sutherland’s Law’ and I played a drunken
thief. No, it wasn’t typecasting. And yes, I would say that.
It was an exciting time. Filming for my scenes and others was done over a day and
night near Oban on the west coast of Scotland. That episode’s guest star was
Brian Cox, before he played Hannibal Lecktor (as they spelled it) on ‘Manhunter’
and answered the siren call of Hollywood.
He is a talented and erudite man who proved to be entertaining, funny and great to be around. There are
long moments of inactivity on a shoot, unless you are on the crew, and he set
himself up as morale officer as we sat in a mini bus waiting to be called.
It was after I saw myself on screen that I decided the likes
of Mr Cox had nothing fear from my thespian talents.
I stopped performing altogether. Life took over; making a
living, getting married, setting up a home.
Eventually the very thought of public speaking, let alone
performing, filled me with horror.
That was, as I say, until I became involved with the fiction
racket and had to get over myself.
Now I do a ten-minute bit when the fridge light comes on.
I’ve been all over Scotland for book festivals, events and
shows with the two comedy/crime writing teams I work with. I’ve crossed the
border to Newcastle and Bristol, both in England. I’ve even been to Spain for a
show, which was great fun. I’ll tell you about those comedy/crimewriting teams
in a future Type M for Murder.
Many authors love to meet readers, as long as they’re not telling us our books are nonsense. Some of us like to enteratin audiences not only on the page but on stage. We like to make audiences laugh. Off stage, though, I am actually quiet
and reserved and not hugely sociable, which even I think is kinda strange given
my antics in front of an audience.
All that activity came to a grinding halt this year, thanks
to Covid-19, which has has been such a downer I don’t think I’ll binge watch the first
18. There were no festivals, no bookstore events, no comedy performances.
I had a great year lined up but one by one each of the
events dropped like extras in a Tarantino movie. Yes, some have gone ahead in a digital format and they have been huge successes but you can't beat the excitement of being in the room with your audience. There's a connection with live events that the internet just cannot replicate.
As I said, the suckage of 2020 has been immense.
It has also led to a curtailment of my photography.
Wherever I went I took my trusty Nikon camera (other brands
are available, just not in my house) and I would click away like a snap happy chappy. It's landscapes mostly
and I’ve included a few photographs here mostly from a trip to the isle of Mull last year, but that has been seriously curtailed this year,
too, thanks to the C word.
For me, photography - and the editing of them afterwards - is strangely therapeutic. A writer's life is by necessity a solitary one and so is a photographer's. I prefer being on my own when at large with a lens because - frankly - I annoy non-photographers with this urge, no need, to stop every few miles, yards or feet to snatch a shot. And often more than one.
So I hope festivals will resume when they can. I hope I will be invited and meet new readers. I hope I will grab new photographs! I hope our governments get on top of this crisis. I hope 2021 will see at least a partial return to normality for us all.
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| Towards the mainland from the Mull ferry |
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| Lismore lighthouse |
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| Oban |
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| Tobermory |
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Kilchurn Castle on Loch Awe |
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Clouds gather on the road from Oban |
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| St Conon’s Kirk |
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A beach on the isle of Arran |
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Ayr Harbour looking towards Arran |
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Wetlands around Wigtown |
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The marina in Javea, Spain |
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A medieval bridge in Javea |
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A winter shot near my home |
