Writing

Christopher Mollison In City Fables

The Call to Other Worlds on Cyneburg’s Eve

Photo showing a stretch of the Pleiße mill stream in Leipzig. The far bank has steps leading down to the water. Two large 19th century buildings fill the background. In the foreground, in the stream, is a little island for ducks and grebes.

The city’s full of story and my own demands attention. Plus, there's a sale on.

Christopher Mollison In City Fables

I Think I’m Coming Down with a Cold. My Editor Will Be Pleased.

Cartoon of a blond-haired boy with blue top, green trousers, and brown shoes blowing his nose into a white handkerchief.

Sneezing season’s upon us, the mid-autumn malediction of coughs and sniffs which sets most Germans slipper-shuffling and clutching hankies to their faces.

Christopher Mollison In City Fables

I Finish My Draft. Then the City Catches Fire.

A view from Leipzig's Fockeberg over the woodland to the west. The white balance has been tweaked to make the picture's colours very warm, reflecting the searing heat of the day.

The work's finally done and I set out for some holiday fun, deep into the searing heat of summer.

Christopher Mollison In City Fables

I Breathe when the City Breathes when I Breathe

A view from inside a decommissioned gas storage building in Leipzig, looking up through the skeletal iron dome roof to the blue sky above.

I'm trying to write but the city won't stop talking. Only by going outside can I make the inside quiet.

The Call to Other Worlds on Cyneburg’s Eve

I Think I’m Coming Down with a Cold. My Editor Will Be Pleased.

I Finish My Draft. Then the City Catches Fire.

I Breathe when the City Breathes when I Breathe

Categories

Popular Posts

Recent posts

Archives