I have not been laying beside her grave for long when I see him approaching. At first I believe that I am mistaken, that it is not him. I watch him turn a corner in the path, hugging a pot of daisies to his chest, heading in my direction. Why would he come here? His … Continue reading Bring Me Roses (When I’m Dead)
Category: On Writing
A Title Reveal
Good morning! It's been a while . . . Lately I have been busy banging away at drafts of my new novel. Written over six weeks in August to September last year, with every line since edited and re-edited, and then edited again, there was one thing that I simply couldn't settle upon: a title. … Continue reading A Title Reveal
Heart Eyes
He was walking faster than she was, almost two steps to every one of hers. From thirty yards behind her, he couldn’t know that she had her earphones in. It was only a few steps ago that he had noticed her at all, walking along the street ahead of him. 😍 She had only … Continue reading Heart Eyes
Three’s A Merry Horror
They're alive! Three's A Merry Horror Three new scary stories for Christmas available now . . . Christmas Skies Imagine heading home from work on Christmas Eve as one of the few people who know that the world is about to end . . . Christmas Treats The drive home for Christmas has been a … Continue reading Three’s A Merry Horror
“Three’s A Merry Horror”
The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover
It is time for an update, regarding the latest project: This morning I finished draft one of the new novel. I have never had such a blast writing something. What's more, something happened - kept happening throughout the story - while I was doing this one that I thought made it worthy of sharing. So … Continue reading The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover
Regeneration
From the edge of the forest I find the window. One of the many eyes of the city. To find it, I do not need to seek it. Three floors beneath the sign. The neon glow, startling the night. My eyes are drying. I grind soil between my forefingers and thumb. Soothing, and the scent … Continue reading Regeneration
Christmas Wishes
It was Christmas Eve and the snow outside lay deep and crisp and scattered with the icy little jewels of Prudence’s tears. The day before Christmas had been a Christmas horror for Prudence. Sleep, the lack of it, making her head heavy. When making her morning coffee, the putrid stench of the turned milk. Having … Continue reading Christmas Wishes
About A Girl
With my book in hand, I left the pub alone. The same way that I had entered it. I’d had one drink; if I wasn’t driving I might have had another. Sometimes I do; this time I didn't. Instead I planned to drink a couple more once I returned home. To continue reading. The pattern of … Continue reading About A Girl
When The Last Leaves Fall – a new project
To celebrate the second anniversary of the release of my debut novel, 'The Reputation of Booya Carthy', I decided to do something a little different, something that I haven't tried before. A short companion story is going to appear here over the next few days in serialised instalments. It is mostly unrelated, but might have a … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall – a new project
