Tuesday, 13 October 2026

Please welcome, friend and author, Arthur Lee...

... to the blog today.  Hi Arthur, and thanks for making time to be here today.  Your current book is Thin Places, a collection of short writings.  So, what first got you into writing and why?
AL In the first grade, I wrote a story called “The Rainbow Goes to Japan.”  It was all of one page, maybe 30 words total, but my teacher loved it and nominated me to go to this program we had called “Young Authors.”  It was a conference where you got to meet real published authors and read your story in front of an audience too.  It maybe sounds cliché, but it really was life changing.  There was something about writing stories and sharing them that I loved, even from early on.  So, the desire to write never really left me.  But when I went back to college in my 30s, I fell in love with it again, more deeply anyway.  That’s when it became more of a necessity for me.  I felt like I had to write—for my own sake.  Publication has just been a bonus.
AW  You write poetry, creative essays and other written wanderings – and that’s a description I’ve not come across before!  What is the springboard, or inspiration, for these forms of writing and is it the same for all of them?
AL You are right.  The market for poetry and literary/creative nonfiction is very small.  I always joke there is no money in poetry and essays.  There’s some truth to that, but that’s okay because I’ve never been in it for the money.  I am a huge fan of essayists like Brian Doyle and poets like Mary Oliver, among many others.  I also love Walt Whitman (AW Me too) and Zora Neale Hurston and Leo Tolstoy and Ray Bradbury (who, by the way, is more poet than fantasy writer, I’d argue).  So, these writers certainly influenced and inspired my writing early on.  But beyond published writers, honestly, everyone and everything around me is an inspiration.  I believe there isn’t any truth that nature can’t teach us, if we observe and listen deeply.  And that belief holds true for human nature too, which is just a subset of the first.  I am constantly in awe of the people I come across and come in contact with.  And the more I meet people, the more I realize everyone has a powerful story to tell, stories they need to tell.  More than that, everyone is a story, made up of a thousand chapters, and all of them are worth reading.  So people, their struggles, their resiliency, their weaknesses and strengths, their broken hearts and their scars which are testaments to healing—they are my ultimate inspiration.
AW Have you tried/dabbled with other genres/forms of writing for other media other than the printed word?
AL I’ve published a few poems in traditional poetry journals.  But beyond poetry and essays, I’ve pretty much dabbled in it all.  I’ve written screenplays, self-help, and MG/YA fiction.  I’m currently working on a stage play too.  Back in 2009, I wrote and self-published a MG western called Partners Again.  It isn’t in print anymore, but it did well on the west coast (where I’m from) and gave me the opportunity to go into a lot of schools across WA, OR, and ID talking about the book and teaching creative writing.  I am working on a second collection of essays now and then I hope the timing is right to sit down and write a novel.
AW Famous authors such as Roald Dahl and Dylan Thomas had a special space for writing. Do you have a writing shed of your own?
AL First, I’ve loved Roald Dahl since I was young.  And Dylan Thomas is a powerful poet. When I was in my twenties, I put a lot of time into creating a writing space.  But I did that more because it seemed like a writer thing to do, and not because the space was any more sacred than another.  I would love to have my own writing place, like Thoreau, in a cabin in the woods, but for me, right now, it is more about wherever I can find peace and quiet.  It can be anywhere, but I am most comfortable in the corner of my room, at my computer, with my side window looking out over nature.  Around me are several literary posters I designed, but the one right in front boasts this favorite stanza of mine from a T.S. Eliot poem: “We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time.”  Also, this snippet from a much larger quote by the late essayist Brian Doyle, “I believe with all my hoary heart that stories save lives, and the telling of them and hearing of them is a holy thing, powerful far beyond our ken…”
Arthur's first story
AW
And finally, what would your eight-year-old self think and say about you and your achievements today?
AL Eight years old?  That would make it 1987, and I probably would have just spent a good couple hours watching cartoons, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  So, this is actually pretty easy.  I know exactly what I would say, not being as verbose then as I am now.  I’d look at my older self, nod my head, and say, “Radical!”  Then I’d go back to watching cartoons.


about the author… Washington-born and -raised, Arthur Thomas Lee resides in Idaho, surrounded by nature.  He has a degree in English from BYU-Idaho.  He is a full-time dad.  He has, over the years, been lucky in writing and business but even luckier in love.  With the benefit of hindsight, he says, we are all able to look back and recognize moments when our lives changed for the better.  That was true for him each time one of his four sons came into the world.  He thought he could not get any luckier.  Then he did.  After a period of heartache and hardship, he met Renee.  She was not in his life, and then, one day, suddenly, she was.  That, too, became true for her three kids.  Arthur and Renee married in 2024, finding purpose in the paths preceding their union, and a set of hands to hold along the path that lies ahead.
about the book… There is, across the globe, an ever-growing disconnect.  People everywhere are divided by borders and boundaries and walls—if not geographically, then certainly as they pertain to our convictions and the untamed country that is the human heart.  Among so much dissonance, how attainable then is harmony?  And where, at last, is it to be found?
In his debut collection of interconnected personal essays and poetry, Arthur Thomas Lee introduces us to myriads of individuals not unlike ourselves, people whose stories hold, between their lines, keys to greater compassion and understanding.  To that end, Thin Places: Portraits, Prayers, and Liminal Grace takes us on a lyrical journey through which nature becomes our ever-present guide, difference gives way to deference, patchwork paths find purpose, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and each stranger—fighting for light in the thick of understory—transforms into familiar lifelong companion.  It is, at once, a heart-felt prayer, a bold beck and call for love in the face of deep division, and for greater measures of grace along the way—all while passing our time, our limited time, on this our liminal planet.

featured review… In Lee’s heartfelt essays, the quiet joys and tragedies of life—marriage, divorce, injuries, births, deaths—prompt meditations on regrowth.  The result is an entertaining and often moving homage to daily existence. A luminous collection with potent metaphors and gorgeously earthy writing.

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You can get the book in e-, print-, or Audio-format  Here 


Tuesday, 6 October 2026

I'm continuing my journey following the Granville-Paris Express...

Photo courtesy of Pixabay and Wikimedia
 ... and I've finally reached Paris.  This will be my final post in this series.  Read on... 

I’ve reached my final destination on this particular journey, and what an interesting and unusual travelogue this has been.  But I hope you’ve enjoyed reading the posts as much as I have enjoyed the research and the writing.
Although the end for the Granville-Paris express was catastrophic in some respects, for me, the arrival at the last stop is a bitter disappointment.  Read on.
Gare Montparnasse was originally named Gare de l’Ouest and was one of the central termini across the city of Paris.  It was opened in 1840 and was a glowing example of mid-nineteenth century architecture, as old photos demonstrate.  The architect was Louis Visconti, and the original building had footfall of 490,000 passengers annually as early as 1844.
In 1852, a second station was built a little further down the track, which enabled expansion to cope with the ever-increasing traffic, the addition of new lines, and the then fashion for train travel.  The passenger traffic had expanded to 1.4 million by1854 and had become a major hub for the Compagnie chemin-de-fer de l’Ouest.
In 1895, when the travellers on The Paris Express arrived at around four in the afternoon, it would have been the second building that they saw.  We now only have the old photos of those original buildings and, of course, the photo of the crash that was published in newspapers across the world.
Amazingly, there was only one fatality, Marie Aguilard, the newspaper seller whose kiosk was directly below the site of the incident.  She had taken over from her husband temporarily whilst he went to collect the next edition.  Some of the passengers and crew received some minor injuries, and the other passengers waiting for the train were similarly lucky.  Naturally, the damage resulting from the crash was repaired, and the station continued to serve the people of Paris.
The coming of the great exhibition in 1900 brought further expansion and the creation of new routes.  The twentieth century was a key turning point for Paris Montparnasse.  In 1944, the station became a landmark.  On August 25th, General Leclerc accepted the surrender of General von Choltitz within the confines of the station, and the liberation of Paris began.  Some twenty years later, during the 60s and 70s, the station was reconstructed and integrated into a vast urban project.  In 1969 the old station was demolished, and the Tour Montparnasse was constructed as a memorial and included alongside the vast complex of glass and steel that we now see today.  The new station, designed by Eugéne Beaudouin and Urbain Cassan, now has a footfall of 50 million travellers a year.  That’s a lot of people, and I have to wonder how many of them know what happened on October 22nd, 1895... 

You can catch up with the previous posts in this series by clicking the following links: Granville part 1, Granville part 2, Vire, Flers, Briouze, Argentan Surdon and Dreux.  My review of the book, The Paris Express, is Here

Tuesday, 29 September 2026

I'm reviewing the House on Cold Hill ...

... by Peter James.  A brilliant story with a supernatural edge ...


I've been reading Peter James' stories for quite a while.  I first discovered him through my village Book Club when one of his Roy Grace novels came up for discussion.  Those books are his police procedurals, and each one has the word 'dead' somewhere in the title.  I enjoyed that book so much that I went back and read all the Grace stories in order.  Having done so, I checked what else he had written and found The House on Cold Hill.  

This book is far from a police procedural, and as October fast approaches, along with Hallowe'en, it would make an apt and perfect read for the end of next month.

The story centres around a family, Ollie and Caro and their daughter Jade, who leave the comfort and security of their mid-terrace Victorian property to move into the house on Cold Hill.  They have overstretched themselves financially in order to make the move, but Ollie has a vision for the house and wants to restore it.  All of which, along with the eccentric people in the village, the strange rumours and the peculiar things that happen, make this a fascinating book to read.

I liked the constant buildup of tension, and the sense of creeping menace was palpable as I turned the pages.  The plot twists and turns in ways I could not have envisaged when I began the story.  Add to that an ending that I definitely did not foresee, and you have one of the spookiest books I have read in a long time.
 
I thought the characters were well drawn and engaging.  The narrative voice is easy to read and does not detract from the action of the book.  Overall, an amazing read that has left me wondering why it has sat on my bookshelf for so long.  Which probably means I need to do something about my extensive and ever-growing TBR pile!

Tuesday, 22 September 2026

Join me and loads of other authors at ...

 ... The Armouries Museum, Leeds, on Saturday, October 31st.  Read on for more info and tickets …

This is a massive book event that will run at the museum on October 31st 2026.  There will be many authors and vendors at the event, and I am privileged to be among them.
 
For those of you who read this blog regularly, you may recall that I had intended to be at last year’s event.  But changes in publisher and delays in the re-release of my books meant it was not to be.  But 2026 is another year.  With my books back on Amazon and the seventh in the series already out there earning its keep, attending Authors at the Armouries in October is the cherry on this year's cake!
 
All the authors will be located in the New Dock Hall.  As soon as I know where I will be, I will update this post and include the information on my website, too.  Please check back regularly between now and the event.
 
I will have my Jacques Forêt Mysteries with me, along with the full series of the Miss Moonshine, Seasonal Paths, and the Elemental anthologies.  It is also possible that I will have copies of a completely new anthology of stories created and written by the members of Doncaster Writers' Group.  If you want more info on that, then check my previous post by clicking the link. The Magic of Danum

You can purchase signed or unsigned copies of the books and chat with the many other authors in attendance, including me. too.  If you want to make sure you are not disappointed by missing out on any one of the books, then check out my Amazon page Here
 
The event will open as specified on your tickets and run from 10.30 am until 5.30 pm.
 
You can get your tickets Here
 
If you haven't done so already, please note your diaries.  I look forward to seeing you at:
 
The Royal Armouries Museum,
Armouries Drive,
Leeds.
LS10 1LT

Tuesday, 15 September 2026

I'm very pleased to announce that ...

 ... the next anthology of stories from the Seasonal Collective is about to hit the streets.  Read on for more info ...

I have always loved telling stories and letting my imagination run riot in the process.  Full-length novels are an awful lot of work.  But the enjoyment comes from the initial thinking that goes into creating the story.  Once the basic plan is there, the next phase - the writing - requires a lot of self-discipline over a significant period of time.  But crafting the sentences, putting the words on the page, is where the enjoyment is for me.  And once the novel is finished and away with the editor, there is a great sense of achievement as well as some regret, especially if I know there is a character that I won't meet again in another story.  Novel writing is, of course, the bulk of my job as a writer, and it is a serious business.
But short stories are a very different kettle of fish!  That's where the fun is!  In a short story you can write in any number of different genres.  At the moment I'm having great fun writing ghost stories.  Short stories give a writer the opportunity to try something new, for example, to test out a character or a situation.  See my short story in Spring Paths, Madame Beauvary's Curio Shop.  She was very much an experiment, and I've decided to keep her.
In a short story, you can try out a new or different way of telling a story, such as using monologue or the first-person point of view.  My story Eithne, in the Earth anthology, provided that chance.  Which brings me very neatly to the point of this post. Air, the next collection of tales in the Elements series of books, is about to be released.  The cover is all done - see above -, the editing is done, and the final proofread is complete.  This book may be a little shorter than the last, but the stories are still as varied, beguiling and compelling as in any of the other collections that we have released.  To give a little taste of what's to come, the blurb is below.

about the book ... Air, An Anthology - a collection of short stories that are fast, fresh and unpredictable. The second in a four-book series dedicated to the cornerstones of our existence, Air celebrates the element we cannot live without, the invisible connection to every living thing on this planet. So breathe in, breathe out and grab a front-row seat for this incredible ride.
From the pens of award-winning Canadian and British wordsmiths, this collection unleashes unbounded imaginings that feature winds of change most unexpected; a windstorm fallout in Treeless County; an Appalachian bird-watching excursion that reveals a unique creature; vital answers from the past when Tarlia’s sword falls silent, and unforeseen consequences inspired by a beautiful work of art, to the solemn truth that living in the past is no way to enjoy the future; a woman who falls unexpectedly from the sky; the compelling notion of words floating through the air; a coming of age while ice sailing, and a creation set loose into an unknown world … that used to be alive...
Discover for yourself why this multi-genre treasure trove is completely unforgettable.

You will be able to get the book at all usual retailers, and I will add the appropriate buy link as soon as it is available.  In the meantime, keep checking this space.

Tuesday, 8 September 2026

Join me and many other authors for the Authors at the Coast event ...

... in Whitley Bay on November 14th.  Read on for more details ...

A multi-genre book event at a new venue on the north-east coast is coming up, and I am really pleased to say that I will be there.
Having lived in Whitley Bay for a while when I was working at the proper job that I once had before writing took over my life, it will be lovely to go back to that part of the country in my current guise as a scribbler.  I really enjoyed my time up in Whitley Bay when I was last there.  There's something magical about the scenery of that stretch of coastline, and I remember the many walks I took along the seafront after work or at weekends.  From where I was living back then, I had a view of the coast, and there were days when I would drive home and just sit there for a while watching the sunlight on the sea, before grabbing my briefcase and going indoors to get something to eat.
Enough of the reminiscences!  Authors at the Coast will be at Spanish City on Saturday, November 14th from 10.00 am until 4.00 pm.  The event is free for everyone, so please bring your friends and family.  A full list of the authors attending is on the banner below.
I will be there with all of my books.  I will have my seven Jacques Forêt Mysteries with me.  If you would like to chat about France, the Cévennes, the stories, or even Jacques himself, please drop by and say hello.  I will also be able to give you the latest info on the next book in the series.
I will be bringing the three Miss Moonshine anthologies as well.  If you are in need of a feel-good, heart-warming read for the coming festive season, then these collections of gentle stories will be just the ticket.  They might even turn out to be the perfect present for that difficult-to-buy-for great-aunt in your family.
I will also have the four multi-genre collections of short stories that comprise the Seasonal Paths Anthologies.  I work with one American and eight other Canadian authors to put these books together.  Having completed the seasons series, we are now creating stories based around the four elements, and I will have the first of those books with me, too.















There will be lots to see, and even more to talk about if you can make it.  So, please join me and loads of other authors at  Spanish City, Whitley Bay, Tyneside, NE26 1BG

Tuesday, 1 September 2026

I'm continuing my journey following the Granville-Paris Express ...

  ... and I'm stopping off in Dreux today.  Come and join me ...

The city of Dreux has a population of just over 31,000.  Which seems quite small to us.  But when you consider that between 1954 and 1990 the population more than doubled, you have some measure of this town's exponential growth.  In the heart of the city, you have a core of old historic buildings.  Between and completely surrounding the original confines of the ancient town, you have modern urban dwellings and the results of what must have been a significant housing crisis in the early decades of the mass influx of people into Dreux.
I've driven through this place, and more frequently, driven around it on the bypass hundreds of times.  It's not really a place that I want to come back to.  It's too noisy, too busy, too crowded. Having read Andrew Hussey's book, I can now see that it is a perfect example of the societal and urban fracturing he draws attention to in Fractured France.  The population is multicultural, the hijab is openly worn on the streets, and, despite the ban, I see a group of women wearing burkas strolling on the opposite side of the street.  For a moment I wonder which country I'm actually in.
But I'm here because I want to get to the station to see if the original building, completed and opened on June 15th, 1864, is still intact.  If it is, it will be one of the few along this rail route that has served as a station and is still used as such here in the 21st century.
I'm not disappointed.  The long wings of the first building are still identifiable as they flank the central portion, which houses the station's main entrance and primary foyer.  The solid quadrangular shape of the building was given a more modern facelift in 1932 by the Parisian architect Paul Louis Genuys (1818-1937).  The frontage of the building that we see today, with its sweeping arches, high semi-circular windows and stone pillars, was Genuys' vision and gives the impression that the traveller is entering a vast mansion.  Old photographs and postcards show the station as it was before Genuys worked his magic.  I prefer the current version to the characters' experiences on the Paris Express in 1895.
As I cross the square in front - all part of a remodelling of this area of town in 2017 - with its fountains, I notice a street name that I recognise.  There's another street in Granville - the starting place for our journey - that has the same name: Place Pierre-Semard.
Pierre Semard (1887-1942) was born into a family of rail workers and spent his youth in Villeneuve-sur-Yonne.  At the age of 13, he followed in his father's footsteps and began work on the railway.  During his career, he became a Trade Unionist.  Eventually, he held the post of Secretary General of the Federation of Railway Workers and became the leader of the French Communist Party.  During the occupation, he was imprisoned and eventually executed on March 7th, 1942, as a political prisoner.
I turn to make my way back to the car.  I need the peace, the quiet, the lilting ripple of the stream that flows beside my camping spot.  As I make my way through town, I can not think of a better-placed street name than that outside the station here in Dreux.

You can catch up with the previous posts in this series by clicking the following links: Granville part 1, Granville part 2, Vire, Flers, Briouze, Argentan and Surdon. My review of the book, The Paris Express, is Here