5th May 2018
So here’s the thing about publishing novels from the independent end of the pier, if you’ll indulge me my understanding of it. You have to recognise that you are not Conor McGregor (Joanne Harris), living it big time all over Las Vegas, then smearing your competition across the floor and heading off with a snow leopard tailored around your shoulders. You’re just some guy (JW Bowe) hanging around the back end of a pub car park looking for a fight, trying to hustle people over and see if they’ll throw some coins down on the disabled parking space where you’ve thrown yours, then get down to it, Roadhouse style. Continue reading “No Holds Blogged”
Want to know something of the mind inside the man who would set his debut novel in North Wales? If you can pronounce Cerrigydrudion on your first attempt then feel free to proceed…
A manageable, pro attention deficient bite sized edition of the JW Bowe Interview to Stack Cave Mind podcast.
JW Bowe is aided and abetted into chit chat by his conversational play mate, Arthur Wapkaplitt. Arthur gives JW the cold-pressed, hardest interview that he has ever encountered.
JW Bowe is aided and abetted into chit chat by his conversational play mate, Arthur Wapkaplitt. They recall the hot air balloon that they both saw earlier that day, and wonder about wicker basket safety. Later, Arthur gives JW the cold-pressed, hardest interview that he has ever encountered.
JW Bowe is joined by Arthur Wapkaplitt, Antiguan drummer Olugbala Kokumo and more in an evening discussing music and everyday inspiration.
J W Bowe and Arthur Wapkaplitt commentate during the 1983 Oakmont pro golf final.
Join JW Bowe, Art Wapkaplitt and guest Thomas Short for an evening of craft beer tasting.
24th June 2017
I worked something out yesterday; the ash tree is so useful for burning and sounding fresh in a high breeze, it’s no wonder they don’t really catch people’s eye when growing next to a tree of rare beauty, like the redwood, or bonsai. All that pale bark and power-in-numbers foliage, it’s as if they fell out of God’s utility pocket and hit every branch of some other ugly tree on their way down to root.