Colin Will Bibliography

A friend asked me recently how many collections I’ve had published, and I had to do a bit of calculation. But given that I used to be a librarian, and that librarians are supposed to be able to compile bibliographies, I decided to do just that, so here goes. I haven’t noted which titles are out of print (assume everything before 2010, apart from the Kindle e-books), and I haven’t made a note of ISBNs.

Colin Will Bibliography

Literary works – Monographs

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Highlands, and more. Diehard. 60pp (paperback)

Flowers of Scotland. Calder Wood Press. (Poetry card)
Painted fruits. Calder Wood Press. (Poetry card)
Roundabout Livingston. Calder Wood Press. (Poetry card)
Landings. Calder Wood Press. (Poetry card)

Robin’s Rowan. Calder Wood Press. (Poetry card)

Seven Senses. Diehard. 62pp (hardback, quarter leather)
Six hundred lines; 200 haiku from West Lothian schools (compiled and edited). Calder Wood Press. 17pp (pamphlet)

Mementoliths. Calder Wood Press. 36pp (pamphlet)

Sushi & Chips. Diehard. 60pp (paperback)

Mementoliths 2. Calder Wood Press. (Kindle e-book)
Recycled Cards. Calder Wood Press. (Kindle e-book)

The floorshow at the Mad Yak Café. Red Squirrel Press. 54pp. (paperback)

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Highlands (revised). Calder Wood Press. (Kindle e-book)
Seven Senses (revised). Calder Wood Press. (Kindle e-book)

The propriety of weeding. Red Squirrel Press. 92pp. (paperback)

The year’s six seasons [East Lothian poems]. Calder Wood Press. 40pp. (pamphlet)

The Book of Ways [haibun]. Red Squirrel Press. 237pp. (paperback)

Getting On [short stories]. Postbox Press. 32pp. (pamphlet)

Red Squirrel Press and Postbox Press titles are available through the website.

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Umbrellas of Edinburgh


I’m really pleased to have two poems in this new anthology, edited by Russell Jones and Claire Askew, and published by Freight Books (from whom copies are available). It contains poetry and prose inspired by Edinburgh.

I was born there in 1942, technically in the Simpson Memorial Maternity Pavilion, but my parents had a flat in 1 Valleyfield Street, so I was a Tollcross boy. My father was in Egypt, serving in the RAF, so my mother had to bring me up by herself for the first year anyway. My Aberdonian grandparents lived in Brougham Street, just round the corner, and they often looked after me to let my mother go out to work part-time. My middle brother Graeme arrived in 1944, and my father was finally demobbed in 1946. That was our family complete, until latecomer Stephen was born in 1955. I started in Tollcross Primary, but I was only in that school a couple of years  before we moved to a rented house in Colinton Mains, in 1948 (or it may have been 1949 – I’m understandably vague). My brother and I were enrolled in Craiglockhart Primary, where I first encountered Norman MacCaig, who taught there.

So, when the anthology was announced, and all the potential contributors were asked to pick one or two city locations to write about, my choices were pretty clear from the start – Tollcross and Bruntsfield Links. There are 70 contributors, and it’s a very fine and very varied anthology. I encourage you to buy it. It was launched on 3rd November at the Scottish Poetry Library, with nine readers, lots of audience and lots of cake. And some wine for the non-drivers. (Driving is the curse of the drinking classes).

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Calder Wood Press – the final week


After nineteen years publishing, Calder Wood Press is now completely wound up, and this past week I’ve been doing transfers and disposals of residual stock, closing my PayPal business account and my RBS business account. I think the only thing left is to cancel the two domain names I have for the press – the and .com ones.

I’m not going to go on about how proud I am to have published so many outstanding writers (which I am), or how pleased I am that so many of them have remained my friends (and they have). But I will give you one financial fact about my publishing activities. All the ‘profits’ over the years went into subsidising loss-making publications, and to investing in new ones. I never took any money for myself out of the accounts. I didn’t charge anything for the time, effort and expertise I put into the publications. I didn’t set out to make money from publishing, and in that aim I was completely successful. But if I was twenty years younger I’d do it all again. I enjoyed it – well most of it – enormously.

Thank you to all those who have supported the very talented authors I’ve worked with over the years. Here’s a selection of covers.

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The tat


I have a short story on the Scottish Book Trust’s Confessions and Secrets website. It didn’t make it to the final anthology, which will be published during Book Week Scotland in November, but I’m OK with that.

Having been on a website it has technically and legally been published, but this gives me the chance to revise it, expand it, and to correct some of its defects. It was, after all, one of my early short stories. Hopefully when it’s been rewritten it will be sufficiently different from the original version to effectively constitute a new story.

It concerned a man who has an obsession with getting a tattoo, and I have to confess now that the original version was partly autobiographical. I did have an obsession with getting a tattoo, and shortly after my 74th birthday I got it. The design above is the tattoo artist’s rendering of my vision, and the tat on my right shoulder is very close to it. I wanted an open book, because that’s how I see myself, and because it represents the books I have yet to write.

Of course, like most of those who have tattoos, I now want to have another. This one will definitely be a tenor saxophone, to represent my other passion for making music. After that one, who knows?

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The pamphlet


I’m familiar with most of the poetry magazines I might wish to be published in, and I had a system for managing submissions, acceptances and rejections. With short stories I’m much less certain where to send them, apart from short story competitions, which I’ve been entering.

Now I have a short story pamphlet in the offing, to be published by Postbox Press in the autumn. The title is Getting On, and the title story is about an old man getting older, something rather closer to my own experience than I might like.

During the CoastWord Festival back in May I went to a fiction workshop run by Catherine Simpson. I found it inspiring, and I’ve completed two short stories based on prompts suggested by her, so I was very pleased with that, and grateful to Catherine. The stories are very different. I like to think all my stories are different, and I’m determined to keep my own interest alive by trying to write in different styles, different points of view, and different subjects.

One writing handbook I’ve found useful is Rust Hills: Writing in general and the short story in particular. There’s a lot of sound advice in this book. Another good one is the Writers’ and Artists’ Companion, Writing Short Stories, edited by Courttia Newland and Tania Hershman.



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Learning the trade

While writing my own short stories is relatively new to me, I’ve always read short stories. Staring to write short fiction again, I looked again at the writers I had liked over the years, but this time with a more analytical eye – seeing how they get from Point A to Point Q – looking at voice, technique, subject, point of view, and all the other ways these writers worked.

I’d always liked Hemingway’s short stories, but if I’m honest, I probably wouldn’t have liked the man behind them. Not that you have to, of course, it’s just what I’m saying. Back in the 1960s I liked Robert Cheever, but I haven’t read any of his for ages. I loved Raymond Carver’s stories, and I’ve enjoyed re-reading them. I admired Katherine Mansfield, of course, and William Trevor, plus the Russians – Chekhov and Turgenev.

Flannery O’Connor was recommended, and he’s been a revelation. Grace Paley knocks me out, from the early ones influenced by her Jewish background to the later ones where it seems she can tackle any subject. And then I found Alice Munro. She’s a very moving writer, and the characters she creates are wholly believable. I can read one of her stories and think, Yes, that’s how it would play out, if this was real life. A wonderfully imaginative and versatile writer. No two stories are the same.

So I’ve got two writers who make me think, I wish I could write as well as that, and they are Raymond Carver and Alice Munro. You’ll notice I didn’t say ‘write like that’ because that wouldn’t be true. I write my own way, and if there are influences in my work, so be it, but I don’t aim to write like anyone else.

To me, the short story is the perfect form for fiction. Some years ago I did attempt to write a novel, but it fizzled out. I recycled some of the themes and feelings into poems, and those turned up in The floorshow at the Mad Yak Café. But I really love writing short fiction, anything from around 800 to 6,000 words.


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Where I’m bound…

I was a bit scared by one of my friends saying I’ve gone over to the Dark Side, and by another glad that ‘I haven’t completely deserted poetry’, so I’m starting to wonder where my writing is taking me just now.

It’s true that I haven’t written a poem since April, but I did jot down some lines for a new poem while I was at the Platform reading last Saturday. And it’s also true that I haven’t looked at my ‘submissions’ file lately. I just can’t summon up the energy to read through them and think about sending some out, although I probably should. Also, I was reading some magazine issues yesterday, and I found myself being becoming very critical over some of the published poems. Why on earth did the editor choose these ones? However, I did find some others extremely interesting and very good. I particularly liked the last issue of Iota, but I was bored by The Rialto.

But I have to admit that the satisfaction I’m getting from writing and editing my short stories is quite intoxicating. I can’t stop writing them, and the ideas just keep coming. I’m writing about subjects and situations that are totally suited to this medium, rather than to poetry. It may be the novelty of it all, but until this current rush of enthusiasm dies down a bit (Will it? I don’t know), I will keep writing them. I’m entering competitions and sending out to magazines, and although it’s too early to receive feedback I’m not stopping. Not yet. Not for a while.

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