*taps mic* Hello? Is this thing still on? I know I’ve deserted this place recently, that this time last year I was publishing a story a day, and I’m sorry about that, but I just wanted to let you know I’ve had my first short story published, a mere 16 months after quitting my job to chase this writing dream.
I get pulled out of class, and as the howls of derision fade, each knock of Mr Beach’s walking stick on the floor of the deserted corridor escalates The Fear inside, so that by the time I see them sitting there in his office, smiling desperate smiles, I almost don’t notice the fact they are holding hands and so something awful has happened.
Hello, everyone! Back to school, back to work. August saw almost no writing get done because I made the decision early in the school holidays that I didn’t want to get frustrated so made zero […]
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.
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.
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.
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 […]
