Writing

I’ve done a bit writing.  I even got paid for it.   When I’m doing non-fiction then most of my work is around software development, teamwork or  process.  Back in 2003 I published a book with SAMS Publishing on a software development process called Extreme Programming (XP); it sold like wild-fire.  Ok, THAT was fiction.

You can buy this widely read tome at Amazon or you favourite book store.   Rush over there now and have a look at  “Teach Yourself XP in 24 Hours”.

Nowadays, I’m going back to my first love of poetry, with some history (especially Soviet and World War II) thrown in to mess with your mind.  Part of this is the writing of a new book about team building, software development and project management – “Lessons From Stalingrad” (working title).  These days it seems like I’ll never get this finished; so much to do.  But I keep chipping away at it…

White Knuckle Ride is an attempt to merge some of these themes together with a coffee table format book.  Have a look at how this is chugging along here:

Cancer

Uninvited dinner guest,
Forcing us to set another place,
Demanding to be the centre,
Overwhelming, centre of everything,
All focus drawn to magnetic personality,
You had always been there, hiding in the shadows,
The worm in our apple of life,
Who will you visit next?
Who will feel your hot sticky breath on their neck?
The yellowing stench, your odorous person,
Uninvited.  Unplanned. Unwanted.  Unstoppable.
Leave us to our simple familial pleasures,
Your place is empty now – why must you always take another?
The memory of your brutish presence,
Hanging about, loitering in our moments, sullying our lives,
Now we know your name,
Byword for unjust suffering and pitiless death.
The door latched fast, curtains drawn;
We wonder – will you come?
Will you break in on us?
Do not come.  Do not knock.
For you are hated.