It’s with sadness that I share that long-time friend of Scrivener and regular participant / inciting abettor of Novel-in-a-Day, Michael Bywater, passed away last night.
Michael was lots of things in his life, including a columnist, a humorist, a technologist, a cultural critic, a university tutor, a pilot, a harpsichordist, a book author, a game designer, a babymedic, a wannabe priest, a music director for a dance company, a brother to 500 siblings, and a dog owner to name just a few. The internet is awash with his byline in such publications as The Independent, The Times, The Observer, New Humanist, New Statesman, The Guardian, The Spectator, and Prospect.
Mikey B, as I have never called him, not ever, not even once just as a joke, was a good friend to me over the past decade or so, as well as about as genuine and heartfelt a source of encouragement, advice and damn honest feedback as a comparatively talentless hack such as myself could ever wish for. Plus occasionally he’d feed me cheese and wine.
Michael’s mind was a unique gift from the universe. He saw the world like no one else, and then described it in a way that resonated so loudly and so funnily.
Miss you, buddy. Pint on me next time I see you.