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…time to spend a little timely time with my pal Author, Glen R. Stansfield…

…my great pal, and fellow scribbler, Glen R. Stansfield, he of the crime writing prowess that produced Fishing for Stones, and Harry, is also on the verge of launching a cookbook, a superb culinary compilation, Around the World in Eighty Dishes, which comprises a series of feature articles which first appeared in a local publication here in Bahrain in the Middle East… in the Guest Post below, Master Glen has a few thoughts for us on the issue of ‘time’… enjoy…

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Time – We all know what it is, or do we? Try to define time and you may find yourself struggling, yet it appears in our everyday conversations. Examine some of the sayings about time and you start to get an uneasy feeling that we don’t really have a grasp of it – not yet, anyway.

For instance, when we do things to save time, where are we actually putting that time we save? Is there some sort of time bank where we can keep it for a rainy day? Clearly, the phrase isn’t meant to convey that message, we are merely shortening a process to … well … spend less time doing it.

There we go again! Spending time, as though it is some sort of cosmic currency stored in the Universe equivalent of Fort Knox. On the other hand, humans are notorious for wasting time. When asked what he had done with all his money, George Best famously said, he’d spent it on drink and women – the rest he wasted. Is that what we do with time, squander it on trivialities?

Sean Carroll, a theoretical physicist at Caltech is trying to understand time. He points out, time has a direction, which is why we can remember the past, but not the future. But time doesn’t have a size. We might think it does because we divide our days up into little parcels. It makes it easier for us when we can point to a specific point in time and give it a name. However, time is not constant throughout the universe, or even on our own planet – something that is perhaps a little deep for a small blog post.

Coming back to humans, I think we all know people who never have enough time, for them there are just not enough of those convenient parcels in another arbitrary period. Then there are people, like Seumas Gallacher, who are able to manipulate time in such a way, they never run out of it and can achieve any amount of work in a given time period. I once worked out his timetable and came to the conclusion he has a thirty-six-hour day.

Or maybe he knows the whereabouts of the time bank and is making withdrawals. He was a banker after all, and you know what they say – time is money.

…profundity indeed, Glen… thanks for sharing… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…Glen R. Stansfield shows how Authors often don’t ‘see themselves as others see them’…

…one of my Author ‘besties’ here in the Middle East is actually a terrific hat with a writer underneath it… Glen R. Stansfield, the man who drove on a motorbike more than 200 miles in the early hours to join a ‘croissants and coffee with author friends’ morning with me in Manchester recently, and he lives just down the road from me in Bahrain…go figure… who says scribblers aren’t part-crazy?… here’s an insightful offering in the form of his Guest Post… enjoy…


As a child I was quite shy. In the sixth-form at school I shunned the common room because there were people there I didn’t know, and girls…especially girls. Even after leaving school I retained this shyness, despite being the lead singer and playing lead guitar in a band. When did you last see a lead anybody try to keep out of the limelight on a stage? (Actually we had electric lights…I’m not that old!)

So, you can imagine that group events and parties were not my thing, and I have to confess that parties still don’t really do it for me, especially as I don’t dance (there are parts of me that don’t stop moving for several minutes if I’m too energetic.)

Not until my mid-thirties did I start to come out of my shell, and even then there was still a part of me that was reserved, especially when meeting new people or in unfamiliar situations.

It was while studying for a degree in Psychology I discovered something that came as a bit of a shock. As part of a class experiment, we completed a questionnaire to determine where we were on the Eysenck introvert-extrovert scale. The results were collected anonymously and the range of results were given to the class. This shy, retiring person scored 19 out of 21 on the extroversion scale, the highest score in the class. Yes, it appears I am a stark, raving extrovert. The biggest shock was that everyone in my group knew that was my score! I, on the other hand, remained unconvinced.

Then a few years ago I started this writing malarkey. My first outing as a writer was to attend a writers’ gathering in Wigtown, Scotland, near to where my home is in the UK. At that stage I hadn’t published anything, and was only part-way into my first novel, Fishing for Stones. I must confess, I felt to be something of a fraud amongst published authors, and slightly uncomfortable in their company and that of other aspiring writers.


Fast forward to Bahrain, where two years ago I went to the Bahrain Writers’ Circle for the first time, to hear a certain Mr Seumas Gallacher give a talk on being a writer and selling books. I had such a warm welcome from fellow and would-be authors, I joined straight away.

Since then, I have launched my second novel, Harry, attended the book launches of other members of the BWC, held a joint signing with Seumas at a local book store, and shared a stall with him recently at a craft fair, where we sold a good number of books in yet another joint signing session. Online, I am a member of several groups run by fellow authors.


So whether you hide under a rock every day to do your writing, or sit in the window of a local store, tapping away at the keys, don’t be afraid to be involved with other writers; they are amongst some of the most supportive people on the planet.

Fellow authors, you rock!


…thanks, that man, Glen… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…all together now, with my author mate, Glen R. Stansfield… ‘we are familee-ee-ee…’

…one of many terrific buddies in the Bahrain Writers Circle is Author, Glen R. Stansfield… even though he’s from  ‘oop North in England’, he had the amazingly good sense to marry a Scottish lassie… that more than gives him ‘street blog cred’ with me:


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Thank you Seumas for this opportunity to steal some of your readers. I promise I will return them eventually, not too badly mangled, well not physically that is. I’m not promising their minds won’t be wrecked.

Several years ago I decided to give this book writing malarkey something of a serious go. I’d had a dabble with it in the eighties, but in those days I was with the majority of ‘wannabees’ and not with the ‘gonnabees’.

Last year, my status changed from ‘willbe’, to ‘ambee’ (okay, not grammatically correct but I won’t say anything if you don’t!), when I published my first novel, Fishing for Stones.

You would think that getting a novel onto Kindle and into print would make me feel good, and it did, especially as it was all my own work as an Indie Author. But what gave me a warm, all-over glow, fuzzy feeling, was being accepted into a new family. No I didn’t get married again, (apparently my wife won’t allow it, not to mention it being frowned upon by the law), I’m talking about the family of authors.

Now as with all families, I am sure there are those who we don’t talk about. They usually sit in judgement of the rest of the family, tut-tutting on everything we do, and they will be lurking somewhere in this family, ready to pounce. The thing is, I have yet to come across anyone like that.

writer at deskAs Indies, we are often ignored by the traditional publishing establishment, we can’t join societies and professional bodies etc. ‘You can’t be a real author, you haven’t got an agent, or a publisher’. The truth is, I don’t want either of them. Many Indies are outselling some of the traditionally published authors (unfortunately I’m not one of them, yet. I’m not even outselling Sewage Monthly, but that’s another story). Why would we give up a chunk of our earnings, just so we can be seen to be ‘legitimate’?

Anyway, I digress. This family of authors has welcomed me with open arms, they encourage me, they support me, they treat me as an equal. As a newbie to this world (writing that is, I’m not an alien), I find this both fascinating and refreshing. Of course, now I’m a family member I feel obliged to be the same with other newbies (I would be anyway, I’m a nice person, until I’m writing that is, then I can think of some horrible ways to die. Just wait until you see my new novel, Harry.)

Maybe authors remember what it was like when they started out, or maybe all authors are just nice people really.

More of my prattlings can be found at www.glenrstansfield.com


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…thanks for sharing this with us, that man, Glen… and was it yerself that ate all the biscuits at the last Writers Circle meeting?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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