Sticky Bio (yeuk!)

My neighbour St Edmund. He probably didn’t deserve what happened to him.

From the back page of my as-yet-unpublished first novel: “Stuart James is a musician manqué… He is not Stu James of The Mojos.” You can probably glean from this most of what you need to know, including the facts that (1) I probably say probably far too often and (2) I think you’re quite bright yourself. Give yourself a pat on the back. There, you’re athletic too. If you already knew about The Mojos, two pats.

My first paid employment was looking after a machine that smoked cigarettes. I currently earn a living telling other machines how to do what they do better than they do. Put that way, it doesn’t feel like a lot of progress. In between I’ve done a few other different things, such as being the tiniest of cogs in the music industry (when there was one), selling stuff (I hated selling stuff), and weighing trains (which are, in a word, heavy). The common thread is that I’ve always done best when I’ve used my talent for being really picky. Sometimes that spills over into my non-professional life. If you think I’m being too picky about something, I won’t mind you telling me. I don’t promise that I won’t get pickier.

I write principally for my own amusement. I love playing with words. If I can entertain someone else, that’s a bonus. I’m fond of parody (mine) and facetiousness (mine), and things that make me look differently at life (yours?). Oh, and nice people who aren’t trying to sell me something. That could be you.

Followers, Followees and others —I care about readers, not hearts. If I don’t interact with you as much as we might like, it’s because I want to get it right. Some of you know what happens when I get it wrong. Keeping the wolf from the door takes a lot of my time, and what I do here is “leisure activity”, ha ha ha.

Somewhere below here is an index page, in which I also discuss pieces I’ve written that attracted or required comment, if only from me.

Thanks for your attention.