<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221</id><updated>2009-06-22T11:24:44.413Z</updated><title type='text'>James Barclay - Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Weblog run by fantasy author James Barclay</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/blog.htm/atom.xml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/journal.htm'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-1816928334866629987</id><published>2009-06-22T11:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:24:38.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Inaugural David Gemmell Legend Award</title><summary type='text'>Friday 19th June, Magic Circle HQ, London. And a result that surprised many. The award was won by Andrzej Sapkowski for Blood Of Elves ahead of the favourite, Joe Abercrombie. As Joe himself said, not too big a surprise when you see Mr S's popularity and sales figures.Even so, I think it was a result that set the stall for the DGLA as a truly international award and that can only be good. Joe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/1816928334866629987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/1816928334866629987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2009_06_01_journal_archive.htm#1816928334866629987' title='Inaugural David Gemmell Legend Award'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-3474578774972378682</id><published>2008-10-29T09:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:06:13.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Brand and Ross and Andrew Sachs</title><summary type='text'>Am I missing something?Never mind that the row over their programme is STILL going on. Unbelievably.We are told that Brand and Ross are brilliant and edgy and take risks and sometimes this means they get it wrong. OK. Can someone help me with what is risky or edgy about leaving puerile and immature schoolboy messages on Andrew Sach's answerphone? Wow. Clever stuff. Certainly not something that 13</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/3474578774972378682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/3474578774972378682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2008_10_01_journal_archive.htm#3474578774972378682' title='Brand and Ross and Andrew Sachs'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-405859773361633261</id><published>2007-08-08T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:02:36.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><title type='text'>Thought For The Day</title><summary type='text'>If my six month old son, Oscar, fights as hard for world peace in the future as he does against falling asleep at the moment, we can look forward to the cessation of all conflict around the globe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/405859773361633261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/405859773361633261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_08_01_journal_archive.htm#405859773361633261' title='Thought For The Day'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-5347178827313546494</id><published>2007-06-27T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:07:29.814Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><summary type='text'>To own a dog is to know that you are less interesting than a pile of deer crap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/5347178827313546494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/5347178827313546494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_06_01_journal_archive.htm#5347178827313546494' title='&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the day&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-117215613605769933</id><published>2007-02-22T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:21:48.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Five things you didn't know (and probably didn't want to)</title><summary type='text'>Mark Chadbourn (may he be slightly injured in a freak typing accident), fellow fantasy author and owner of the excellent www.jackofravens.com blog as tagged me. I understand this to mean I have to reveal five things about me that you are unlikely to know. So here goes:1) I hate wobbly fat on meat. It is the texture and consistency that is such a disgrace and it makes me seriously nauseous. Crispy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/117215613605769933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/117215613605769933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_02_01_journal_archive.htm#117215613605769933' title='&lt;strong&gt;Five things you didn&apos;t know (and probably didn&apos;t want to)&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-116895142854354994</id><published>2007-01-16T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:43:48.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Richmond and CO2 charging</title><summary type='text'>We read that Richmond Borough Council (which includes my part of Teddington) plan to increase resident parking charges for those evil folk who drive gas guzzling cars. I wanted to check a few things so have just written to Councillor Lourie. I thought I'd share the text with you...Dear Mr Lourie,I have read about the plans to charge higher resident parking fees for ‘4x4s and other gas guzzling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116895142854354994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116895142854354994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_01_01_journal_archive.htm#116895142854354994' title='&lt;strong&gt;Richmond and CO2 charging&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-116851682461096546</id><published>2007-01-11T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:00:24.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Politician in 'family before career' shock</title><summary type='text'>I don't often post on political issues as you know but this just makes me seethe. Ruth Kelly, a Labour MP and Cabinet Minister, being lambasted for deciding to send her dyslexic son to a private school where he will get specialist help.Get out of her life and mind your own damned business.Here is what we know. We live in a capitalist democracy which provides many things to accommodate the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116851682461096546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116851682461096546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_01_01_journal_archive.htm#116851682461096546' title='&lt;strong&gt;Politician in &apos;family before career&apos; shock&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-116800851598087686</id><published>2007-01-05T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:48:35.996Z</updated><title type='text'>BFS Prism Column</title><summary type='text'>Thought I'd reprint my Prism columns here (I do have permission...). Prism is the magazine of the British Fantasy Society. And if you're interested in the society, why not join? Head over to www.britishfantasysociety.org.uk and find out more.Meanwhile, here's my first colulmn. Wrote it in October last year. Enjoy.Fantasy Musings – Prism Column, October 2006On jealousyIt is traditional, when the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116800851598087686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116800851598087686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2007_01_01_journal_archive.htm#116800851598087686' title='BFS Prism Column'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-116402110991886566</id><published>2006-11-20T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:11:49.930Z</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make</title><summary type='text'>I voted for my X-Factor favourite on Saturday night. And if you wantto know, it was Ben. My wife, Clare, voted for Leona.Over one and a half million did vote so it is not shocking per se, except if you are aware of my utter loathing for reality and talent shows. So what happened?Well, it's quite simple, I watched an audition episode of the show almost by accident. It was at once hysterical, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116402110991886566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116402110991886566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2006_11_01_journal_archive.htm#116402110991886566' title='&lt;strong&gt;I have a confession to make&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-116108376415062796</id><published>2006-10-17T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:16:04.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Vanity and the beach</title><summary type='text'>Just been on holiday. Last one before the baby comes in January. And it was fantastic, thanks for asking. A place called 'Maroma' on the Riviera Maya in Mexico. Glorious beaches, great diving, unbelievably good service and close to beautiful Mayan ruins. Anyway, that's as maybe.We spent a good number of hours on the beach, reading, relaxing and oft-times watching what was going on. There was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116108376415062796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/116108376415062796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2006_10_01_journal_archive.htm#116108376415062796' title='&lt;strong&gt;Vanity and the beach&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-115797403031322231</id><published>2006-09-11T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:27:10.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Poor Vehicle Choice (or so I was informed)</title><summary type='text'>I got a note stuck on my car on Sunday. From an organisation wanting to ban urban 4x4 vehicles. I drive a Honda CR-V. It is the cleanest, safest, most economical vehicle in its class. Indeed, it isn't even a 4x4 in normal driving conditions because it only switches to all wheel drive when the terrain demands it.Anyway, the note piqued me somewhat so I wrote an email to them, explaining a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/115797403031322231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/115797403031322231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2006_09_01_journal_archive.htm#115797403031322231' title='&lt;strong&gt;Poor Vehicle Choice (or so I was informed)&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-115410122635221672</id><published>2006-07-28T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:24:43.373Z</updated><title type='text'>David Gemmell: August 1st 1948 - July 28th 2006</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to tell you a little story. It's January 2006 and I am at my wits' end. I'm strugging to make my latest novel, A Shout For The Dead, into anything like a coherent first draft. There seems to be so much that just isn't working properly.So I make the trip down to Dros Delnoch in the beautiful rolling East Sussex countryside. It's a trip I've made a good few times. To relax, drink a glass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/115410122635221672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/115410122635221672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2006_07_01_journal_archive.htm#115410122635221672' title='&lt;strong&gt;David Gemmell: August 1st 1948 - July 28th 2006&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-113532940082264359</id><published>2005-12-23T09:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:16:40.833Z</updated><title type='text'>The simplest philosophy on life</title><summary type='text'>Why do people have to make things more complex than they are? Here's one for you. Pick holes in it if you can but I reckon if we all did the following, the world would be a better place:Do the best you can, be good to people.There you go. It's how I try to live distilled into as few words as possible. Live it and love it.Merry Christmas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/113532940082264359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/113532940082264359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_12_01_journal_archive.htm#113532940082264359' title='&lt;strong&gt;The simplest philosophy on life&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-112107243419093031</id><published>2005-07-11T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:00:34.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Forum on the blink</title><summary type='text'>For all those who use the website forum... sorry gang, the forum is unwell presently. Most of you have noticed this and many have emailed - thanks for that. We're looking into it now and hopefuly will have it up and running again soon.Meanwhile, apologies for the inconvenience.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/112107243419093031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/112107243419093031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_07_01_journal_archive.htm#112107243419093031' title='&lt;strong&gt;Forum on the blink&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-112081785163126838</id><published>2005-07-08T10:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:17:31.636Z</updated><title type='text'>London terrorist attacks</title><summary type='text'>There are going to be a lot of blogs posted about this. It was a terrible day for London and indeed the whole of the UK and like us all, I offer my symapthy to the families of all those who lost thier lives yesterday, and hope all those injured can recover. I also have to say that from what I was seeing on the television, the emergency services and ordinary members of the public were absolutely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/112081785163126838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/112081785163126838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_07_01_journal_archive.htm#112081785163126838' title='&lt;strong&gt;London terrorist attacks&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-111761566795322105</id><published>2005-06-01T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:47:47.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Musings on Epinal</title><summary type='text'>I was five days in Epinal at the Imaginales festival. It was a tremendous event. Full of colour and played out in a relaxed and informed atmosphere. What I really wanted to bring to the attention of anyone who cares to read, was the way the festival was organised.This was no geek convention hidden away in a hotel. This was an event staged with financial backing as well as moral support from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111761566795322105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111761566795322105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_06_01_journal_archive.htm#111761566795322105' title='&lt;strong&gt;Musings on Epinal&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-111416067376180054</id><published>2005-04-22T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:34:41.880Z</updated><title type='text'>www.storycode.com</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick note about www.storycode.com.It's been set up by an old friend of mine, Dave Mutton, in concert with a team of people he's worked with over many years of internet business.In essence, for readers, it's a way of getting recommendations for books to read. We've all been there. Wondering what to read when we've turned the last page of a really superb book. Well, in StoryCode, you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111416067376180054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111416067376180054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_04_01_journal_archive.htm#111416067376180054' title='&lt;a href=http://www.storycode.com title=&quot;Book Reviews - StoryCode.com structured book recommendations&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.storycode.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-111236179066007143</id><published>2005-04-01T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:23:10.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, golf...</title><summary type='text'>Well, it finally happened. On a dull and windy day in Portugal, there was no other option but to try something new. Having long harboured a desire to play golf but fearing the threat of obsession, it was time to have a lesson and see what all the fuss was about.Frankly it was marvellous. I understand how difficult it is even to hit a ball off a tee, let alone in a straight line and in the air </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111236179066007143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/111236179066007143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_04_01_journal_archive.htm#111236179066007143' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh, golf...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-110924268621755372</id><published>2005-02-24T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:58:06.220Z</updated><title type='text'>On meeting those you admire...</title><summary type='text'>I was at the Orion Author party last night. A fine occasion and a great venue. It was also one of those nights when I met some people I have admired and respected from afar until now. And also a friend who was the victim of a random stabbing crime just before Christmas  - Roger Levy, author and dentist.  He's a strong and determined character as well as a terrific bloke and it was great to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110924268621755372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110924268621755372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_02_01_journal_archive.htm#110924268621755372' title='On meeting those you admire...'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-110908866908772426</id><published>2005-02-22T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:11:09.090Z</updated><title type='text'>A deed being done</title><summary type='text'>It's a strange thing, having delivered the first volume of The Ascendants of Estorea. There's still much to be done on it of course. Editing, copy editing, final proofing etc and blah. But for now, a brief haitus. It's great because I can finally catch up on emails, my website forum, a film script I'm writing with a friend and various other bits 'n' pieces. But there are also those times when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110908866908772426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110908866908772426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2005_02_01_journal_archive.htm#110908866908772426' title='&lt;strong&gt;A deed being done&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-110125323725592667</id><published>2004-11-23T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:40:37.256Z</updated><title type='text'>How long since you've posted Barclay?</title><summary type='text'>A long time. Thank you, Neill Flux, for pointing it out. I'll probably cry into my beer and bemoan my pressured life when next we meet and you will merely laugh and remind me that compared to you, I live a life far better than that fella Reilly that people are always quoting.Frankly, when approaching the last few weeks of a novel writing year, things like journals do take a back seat. I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110125323725592667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/110125323725592667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2004_11_01_journal_archive.htm#110125323725592667' title='How long since you&apos;ve posted Barclay?'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-109585079464517755</id><published>2004-09-22T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:59:54.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving discoveries...</title><summary type='text'>It's always good to try and find the positives in stunningly boring tasks. I'm moving house on Friday and have been facing the mind-numbing work that is packing. As always, it leads to long periods looking at empty boxes and wishing Mary Poppins was on hand to help out filling them up.But it also forces you to look through everything you've accumulated and bring it or sling it. I've found some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109585079464517755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109585079464517755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2004_09_01_journal_archive.htm#109585079464517755' title='&lt;strong&gt;Moving discoveries...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-109528491829921068</id><published>2004-09-15T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:48:38.300Z</updated><title type='text'>The benefit of introspection</title><summary type='text'>I wrote at the end of August about a crisis of confidence and the examination of the work I'd done on my new book. It was an uncomfortable exercise but, ultimately, has been very valuable.Not least in my mind has been the benefit of being that bit inward looking, even if only briefly. It's like a sanity check. There you go, writing away and thinking it's all good for the final draft and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109528491829921068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109528491829921068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2004_09_01_journal_archive.htm#109528491829921068' title='&lt;strong&gt;The benefit of introspection&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-109465472954367405</id><published>2004-09-08T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:45:29.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Website forum</title><summary type='text'>Just a quickie (oo err, obviously). I just wanted to publish a note of thanks to all those who have signed up for and are using the new forum on the website. It's been great to swap posts with people, read some very interesting thoughts and get criticism of my work so far. And heavens, it isn't always good criticism. Whatever next?A bit like this journal, I can't concentrate on it all the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109465472954367405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109465472954367405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2004_09_01_journal_archive.htm#109465472954367405' title='&lt;strong&gt;Website forum&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143221.post-109420008877638558</id><published>2004-09-03T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:28:08.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Demonstorm out... emails in</title><summary type='text'>One of the very gratifying things about being an author is the heartfelt emails and messages I receive from readers and fans. Of course by default, I'm unlikely to get too much abuse via website mail so yes, I know it can give a skewed view.But the fact that people have taken the time to write and say how much they've enjoyed something I've done is very special and frankly, makes the grind (and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109420008877638558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143221/posts/default/109420008877638558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jamesbarclay.com/2004_09_01_journal_archive.htm#109420008877638558' title='&lt;strong&gt;Demonstorm out... emails in&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>James Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958028876158656103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01909803738970592380'/></author></entry></feed>