The First Time

Everything you will ever need to know about me exists online. No, really, it does. You'd be surprised just how much personal detail has been exposed via the wonders of the World Wide Web since the 1990's, but to make it easier for you I've put together some notable moments in personal history. The 'Writing as … Continue reading The First Time

Not a Job

I have a confession to make, well several actually. The main one is to do with my mistaken belief that writing certain combinations of fiction at once is actually doable, and there won't be any clutter or overspill in my brain. This, sadly, is utter bollocks. As a result, EX/WHI is on hiatus for November. I … Continue reading Not a Job

Things We Lost in the Fire

Sometimes, I take things WAY too seriously. It's been like this for decades, too: it isn't just a mental shortcoming, either. I'd love to be able to say the wiring in my head is to blame, which means I'll often completely misinterpret signals. Yes, that happens, and there's comprehension as to why... but other times, … Continue reading Things We Lost in the Fire

Promenade

'Why do you write?' Sometimes, it is compulsion: a injustice observed, moment recalled or future imagined. Often the urge strikes at an inopportune moment. It's why a notepad and pencil have more significance than transcribing into the Cloud or dictating into an iPhone. Whilst fingers can grasp an implement, the default is always a pencil, … Continue reading Promenade

Find Time

The Internet has changed my life. It has been a long, often painful progress, but since 1992 (when our first dial up modem was purchased) a phenomenal amount of crucial, life changing events have taken place online. Many of those moments had the air of fiction about them, on reflection. Visiting a number of pen-pals … Continue reading Find Time

Honesty

Yesterday's estimate of novel editing completion was, unsurprisingly, somewhat generous. However, there's a Bank Holiday Weekend coming up with lots of free time on the table, so it is not beyond the bounds of possibility to be done by Sunday night. That means giving some thought to the next project: it's already percolating around my … Continue reading Honesty

The No. 1 Song in Heaven

This week has been the most important in some time. The last time I edited something this significant it was fanfiction. I've never found the means previously to overcome individual inertia and have faith in my own narrative before but here we are, probably about a third of the way through. I might not end … Continue reading The No. 1 Song in Heaven