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| The Wildcat Hills. (Don't believe what they tell you: Nebraska ain't all flat.)
I've been thinking a lot about Nebraska recently. It's coming up to 25 years since I borrowed a bike and rode across the state from east to west, and on that entire trip I never took a single photo. I was travelling light.
I'm planning to re-visit my favourite haunts next year and collect images of the many places that still live with me. In the lead-up, I'll be publishing a few of my favourite pictures from the other 15 or 16 visits I've made to the Cornhusker state. Or is it 17? I have a list somewhere....
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I served a long apprenticeship. I started writing as a child, and sold my first story at 35. Ten years later I was a full-time pro. In the last 30 years I have written everything from TV drama to company histories, novels to wedding speeches. My latest project? A stage musical. So this blog is a record of one jobbing writer's never-ending attempts to keep the wolf from the door.
Monday, 30 July 2018
Memories of Nebraska (1)
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