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Everything Will Swallow You
I'm writing another novel - my third. You can find out a bit about it - and help with its funding - here.
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Seasonal Update
Hello! As most of you probably know, I'm now posting my new writing on Substack, but perhaps a few of you don't, so I thought it worth a little update here. There have been LOADS of new things up there in the last few months, including
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Important: Please read!
You might have noticed that, while I am still posting new pieces of writing on this site, I'm posting them first, and more frequently, on my Substack page. My plan is to continue this and make it the main portal for my new writing, because it's
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Memories Of My Time Living In Edwardian Britain
It never gets any less amazing, the speed at which time flashes by, as you get older, and perhaps this is the main reason that I find it almost impossible to believe that it is now over 113 years since I was living in Edwardian Britain. I remember the day
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Why I Am There And Not *There*
Today I feel more tired of social media than ever before and more thankful for Substack than ever before. Yesterday I deleted my Twitter account, having been briefly drawn back there for the usual reason: the desire to give books I’ve put every ounce of myself into the best
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Nottinghamtopia
I have been feeling a little down for the last few days. Here, six and a half big hills away from the south Cornish coast, the weather feels like it’s been dishwater grey and soggy since a few days prior to forever, plus there’s the whole subtly nagging
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Native Tongue (short fiction)
Hi! I’m sorry but I’m going to have to speak to you using this notepad today. I’m in so much pain. Thank you. It’s quite bad. So you know that ulcer I told you about, the one on the back of my tongue that I got
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Radishes
We picked and ate the last of the radishes today. They were my favourite food when I was eight and not much has changed. I can never understand why they remain so unfashionable: it’s not as if they’re cucumber or something. This year’s crop were all very
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The Manor
2020 was the year I moved back to the South West after a brief spell in Norfolk - although to my mind it felt less like moving and and more like running back for forgiveness, as a person might into the arms of a lover whose finer points they had
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A Compendium Of Thoughts About Possessions
* I often fantasise about having no possessions. Well, maybe not none, but the bare minimum: the amount you could easily shove into a medium-size van. The stuff you really need to get by. Plus a few nice lamps, the especially brilliant books and records. But then when you start to
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A Message To Subscribers From Me And Jim
If you read this website regularly you probably know about my Substack page by now, where I am also posting all of my new writing, and which I am increasingly reliant on, especially having deleted my Twitter account. A few of you still subscribe to www.tom-cox.com via Paypal