I am, I hope, no more than a couple of weeks away from finishing The Last of Logan. It is all written, save for some minor editing, so I just need to ‘build’ the cards.
Come for the flash fiction and short stories. Stay for the sense of wonder at deriving meaning from weird symbols on a screen
Author: Ben
I write flash fiction every day, while working on longer stuff that one day might help feed the kids. That's the plan anyway.
The Domestique
You use 40 percent less energy in the peloton. A life spent in the service of others, dragging them up mountains, ferrying them down the other side.
Twitchy
Hello all. I’ve been getting twitchy lately and I think I know why. While working on the novel, I’ve missed the immediate satisfaction of flash fiction and the thought has crossed my mind that I find writing shorter fiction far more enjoyable.
Walking Home
She walks east. Tick tick tick tick, a woodpecker tapping at the side of her brain. Tick tick tick tick. Countless tiny brass squares of the city’s shame underfoot, unforgotten. Each has one word in […]
Six Stones
OK, so here’s the opening 1,500 words of The Great Weight of Ordeals. The story is set in 2005, at the end of an emotional summer for London. I hope you like it and it whets your […]
The Great Weight of Ordeals – The Premise
Ask a writer about his book, and more often than not you’ll find the conversation shut down faster than a library under the Tories, but a couple of people have been asking about it this […]
Muddled Messages
First up, an apology. I’ve been absent without leave, thanks largely to starting the novel. It’s consumed almost every thought and I haven’t been in a position to think about this place for a bit. […]
