Mark Piggott is the author of two novels, “Out of Office” and “Fire Horses”, published by Legend Press, London. Magazines to have published his short stories and creative non-fiction include Aesthetica, Prole Books, Pulp Books and 3:AM.
Now a staff reporter for the IB Times he’s had major features in the Times, Guardian, Independent, Mail, Express, Telegraph, Observer and more. He has appeared on TV and radio and lectures in creative writing and journalism. Read his column at the Huffington Post.
|Posted on May 22, 2015 at 9:30 AM|
Absolutely delighted to announce I am no longer associated with the literary agency Watson, Little. Today I wrote to inform them I no longer wish to be associated with the group. My reasons are many and one day all will be revealed, but right now I feel a curious mixture of emotions: relief, mostly.
|Posted on May 6, 2015 at 5:00 AM|
On 14 January 2008, Jonny Benjamin stood on Waterloo Bridge contemplating suicide. Then a stranger stopped him, told him things would get better, and offered to take him for a coffee. That stranger saved his life.
A few years later, backed by mental health charity Rethink, Jonny launched a campaign to find his saviour. "Find Mike" went viral, and forward stepped Neil Laybourn, a personal trainer whose fiancée ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 2, 2015 at 4:35 PM|
...they all come at once. Well, two anyway - one of my shorts has been accepted at the Literary Commune and another is to be included in an anthology linked to the estate of Alan Sillitoe. Very exciting. Added to which I'm just finishing a new novel. More details soon...
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|Posted on December 24, 2014 at 11:50 AM|
"Eileen is 93. Her husband Les passed away in January 2014 after 73 years of marriage, and so for the first time in her life this Christmas she'll wake up alone - like half a million other older people nationwide.
I feel a bit guilty about Eileen - because she's my nan. Usually I see her over Christmas but this year I'm taking my own children to Australia to stay with auntie Kate - nan's daughter. Eileen's sons, Michael (my ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 27, 2014 at 11:40 AM|
Yesterday morning, attempting to get the kids ready in time for the school bus, I briefly read a quote by my fellow Mancunian Howard Jacobson that made me pause, smile and vow never to stop writing: nor dreaming. The lovely, if bearded, Booker-winner was being interviewed about the equally brilliant Joseph “Catch-22″ Heller by Melvyn Bragg and said:
“You can smell life in Heller. You feel he̵...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 18, 2014 at 11:25 AM|
Is the UK finished? Will Great Britain become less great? Catch my live blog for the IB Times tonight from 7 pm until 6 am or the break-up of the union - whichever comes first...
|Posted on August 20, 2014 at 9:50 AM|
“Times goes at a different rate in the country. It seems only yesterday that we drove out beyond the M25, and the cat pooped on my lap, and we began our new life in a house of flies and dirt and no door-handles. It was actually ten months ago. Ten months driving to and from stations, sitting on trains, working at the IB Times, writing my book ("Kidology" - thanks for asking), reading other people's books, trying to convince the kids we could make it work in t...Read Full Post »
|Posted on August 11, 2014 at 8:05 AM|
It's been a struggle, but last Thursday I finally handed in my new novel, #Kidology (hashtag: negotiable). Writing on trains (sometimes standing up on the Cambridge - Liverpool Street commute); late nights and early starts; writing even as the kids broke up from school and we started to pack ahead of our move back to London. Kidology: a scatological satire on modern manners, parenting, and class. Just hope my agent likes it.
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|Posted on June 25, 2014 at 11:45 AM|
After the “Rabbit” books – my favourite gang of bound pages - reading Updike’s “Couples” has been a disappointment. The characters intermingle; none of them are pleasant; they are all obsessed with ageing and fucking and don’t seem to feel anything. Nor did I. For the first time I understood Martin Amis’s phrase, “suspiciously frictionless” – it’s all so smooth and lovely and easy, there is nev...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 5, 2014 at 12:25 PM|
So there I am in the car, exhausted, driving the 25 miles to Cambridge for an early train to Hitchin for the replacement bus to Welwyn, knowing that after the long, ghastly trip to London I’ll work 9 hours then face the same trip home, hoping our move back to the smoke goes smoothly, yawning, holding the wheel to stay awake, wondering if I have time to take a detour via the garage for a coffee, and then...Read Full Post »