Lost Christmas…

The clock said January; somewhere around the start of it to be more precise. I was coming up from sleep and the world was waiting, but not with baited breath. We had been here before. At the side of me was the warmth. The pillow was depressed and the duvet was pulled back, just enough... Continue Reading →

A Time To Cut…

There is always a crossroads, a juncture, an end of something. I have spent the last four years counting down to that moment and now that I have arrived I am wondering what it is that I am supposed to do. Is it a case that I meekly shuffle off to the side of my... Continue Reading →

The Shining Thought…

In the words of Stephen King: "I've always believed in God. I also think that's the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you're in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you... Continue Reading →

Strange Fruit…

I have just stopped my morning's writing but will be returning to it later as it is now flying along. My form of writing provides as many surprise to me as it does to the reader. When you are in the zone, it is like a fugue state, the world of your book is clearer... Continue Reading →

A Writer’s Day…

Ray Bradbury: “Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row….before you go to bed every night, read one short story.” “The problem with novels is that you can spend a whole year writing one and it might not turn out well because you haven’t learned... Continue Reading →

Tea, anyone?

I have just been writing another episode of The Story of Eve. To remind or to inform you readers, The Story of Eve is part of The Flood Novels which began with AWOL The Story of Adam. In this episode, Mother, Evie and their little group reach a sort of refuge and spend their first... Continue Reading →

From The Floodlands..

An Extract: “You, young lady, are most certainly brave. You risked your life for these others whom you do not know.” Her eyes studied me. “You have been in the wilderness for a long time, haven’t you?” I did not know what she meant by wilderness because, for me, it was just the world. “Have... Continue Reading →

Loose-Ends…

There is so much out there on writer's block, so much good advice. But I'm unsure. Being a person who does not really follow plans makes writing an organic affair. My modus operendi is to get an idea, run with it, write until I drop, ride into the writer's wall, evaluate the substance of my... Continue Reading →

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