It is with great pride that I can reveal the cover for my forthcoming book The Old Man on the Beach and other stories. This is the retitled version of the book I wrote for NaNoWriMo last November. December and January was a time of having the stories revised and edited by a number of… Read More My next book’s cover revealed!
View image | gettyimages.com Well NaNoWriMo is well and truly over and I managed not just the official 50,000 required to confirm you as a winner but very nearly 60,000 in November. So…I’ve got my book; what next? It will come as no surprise to you, if you’re a writer, that ‘what’s next’ is a… Read More After NaNoWriMo: What next?
It began with three knocks. I don’t know much else, just that: it began with three knocks. Then the realisation of something massive beginning to move, laboriously, overhead. Swish…Slowly, from left to right. Swish…right back to left. Swish…again returning to the right; each time feeling a little closer at… Read More 19 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Pendulum
Keren Wilde was a magnificent specimen of a woman. She exuded power from every pore and everything about her said control. With her incredible power-dressing which was both sexy and professionally formidable. She never wore her flaming red hair up, never tied back to appear stern and strict but instead allowed it to flow freely… Read More 18 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Head
She was, quite possibly, my first love. She was certainly the first good thing that came into my life as a teenager. Oh, of course, I’d had girlfriends before – a stack of them, if I’m honest but that sounds like boasting, doesn’t it? I’m not really. It might be better to say I was… Read More 17 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Insignificant woman no. 3
Terry Harvey is dead. They’re all saying it. He died last night. “A Car ‘it ‘im,” Matty Murter is delighted to spill the beans, “an’ then another ‘it ‘im again on t’other side o’ road. ‘Is brains were spread everywhere like.” The girls gape and cringe at the thought, pleasing Murter no end. He’s the… Read More 16 – A Life Lived Through Stories: Terry Harvey is Dead
View image | gettyimages.com The Church hall stands empty, dusty, unused except by the very few who crowd into the tiny room on a Sunday after squeezing into a church barely any bigger. Chairs are stacked to one side and it is completely silent bar the occasional squeak and a scuttle from a rat under… Read More 15 – A Life Lived Through Stories: The Circle