The other night, I was driving my car - the only car on a long, winding road - high, jagged, ice-age rocks and dense clusters of towering pine trees behind …
Category: Musings
The perils of an overactive imagination
I've just written a story where the narrator floats between viewpoints of a mad mother, a mentally challenged daughter, a boyfriend with split personalities, the law and a fairytale teller...
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Desperately seeking… diversity in childrens’ books
A few moons ago, my then three year old daughter was sad when she came home from nursery. I asked her why and she explained that she loved everyone, but …
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What’s in a name?
I had found my tribe amongst London’s club kids and show queens and other such tender renegade types. We all had fantabulous character names that we’d given ourselves, and no …
Phantasmagoria
And once again, she fell. What was left of her once beautiful body disintegrated and began dissolving into the ground like grains of salt. There was nothing of her left...
