This evening


This evening, this little, nowhere, stick-sown lane, with the sun still bright on the layers of new beech leaves, and on the airborne insects caught in its beams, where the only sound is of robins and blackbirds and home-bound hounds baying in the distance at the scent of a passing fox, the same scent my dog chases, sending out flights of dandelion seeds in her wake, over the high banks of deep green flower-dappled grass, under the cathedral arch of old, old trees that reach up and up to the summer evening blue sky, between which the hills roll on and on forever, is the most beautiful place in all the world, this evening.



16 May 2016 Leave a comment

Weird space


I'm in that weird space where I'm still figuring out what I'm trying to create and where and how.

I was fired last month. Well, my job was cut but it sure felt like a firing. And it made me wonder if maybe I'm not cut out for all this. If I'm forcing myself to do the wrong thing because I think I should. Granted few people have such choices and options before them, and we're not really those people, but right now I sort of have one. I could spend months sending out CVs to get another job that may or may not 'let me go' out of the blue. Or. Or I could pour everything I have into making something and maybe, just maybe, people will like it.

On an more positive note, I've had some interest in writing for the magazine from some terrifically creative people, which is so encouraging, humbling, terrifying! (You can find out more about it all on the website which I'm also still working on: www.unfinishedtearoom.co.uk/readme)

I also made a thing for my cats that's a bridge and a hammock.


And I finished The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers during the Easter weekend. This book is more fantastic than everyone else has already said. It 's the sort of story I wish I wrote and says the sorts of things I want to say, one day. I can't recommend it enough, or wait for more. (There's a sneak peek of Becky's next book here: www.hodderscape.co.uk/cover-reveal-a-closed-and-common-orbit-by-becky-chambers)

She also wrote this (and more, the rest at: www.hodderscape.co.uk/becky-chambers-on-writing)
Go make your thing, even if you have no idea how to get started, even if you have no idea where it will take you. My bet is it’ll be somewhere pretty great. That’s true even if this particular thing doesn’t quite work out. At the very, very least, it’ll teach you something that will help you make the next thing, and the thing after that, and so on and so on, until you’re standing atop a giant glorious pile of things the world has never seen before — some broke and busted, others pure gold, all wholly yours.
So submit that manuscript. Record that song. Construct that cosplay. Bake the most daring pie of all time (and save me a slice, please). Do your thing. Nobody else can do it for you. I may not know who you are, but I know you can do it. You’ve got your sign. Take it and run.

Well then.

02 April 2016 1 Comment

Begin again


Creating is hard.

I haven't done much in the last few years, simply getting by has been challenge enough some months. But I have a couple of projects now that I'm excited about at least 50% of the time. I'd love to say 100% but that would be a lie because launching your work into the world is scary, and I have doubts.


Check out Projects for links out into the great web.

All my social media links are in About.

Contact takes you to the contact page on my website. No need to be having all that stuff twice.

03 March 2016 Leave a comment

Warmth, and a desk

In January, I bought a desk from ebay and picked it up from Cheltenham, mainly because it was there. I also have a friend nearby who I welcome any excuse to visit.


I meant to write about it at the time but I was thinking about all of the people who might have my old address(es), and a 90th birthday cake, and other things.

The above is it currently, pending additional storage and maybe a chair.


Due to reasons, we haven't had any heating all winter, which was difficult. So we moved a few weeks ago to a house with heating and a wood burner that is nicer in many other ways too.

Then I took some photos for people who live far away. Kitchen, which I am rather fond of, lounge with strangely glowing television wall.


11 March 2014 Leave a comment

Endings and beginnings

I've just finished two little stories. One is for children, titled 'Scout and the Invisible Cat who used to be a knight.' The other is a spooky short called 'One October Evening.' I don't think they reach 1000 words between them; that's why they took so long.

I miss being around wordy, writing-y people. Who understand that writing is harder for writers, not easier. Who've heard of Slaughterhouse-5 and Love in the Time of Cholera and Catch-22. And Neil Gaiman and Jasper Fforde.

Last, last weekend I went to Cheltenham to see a friend and to see Neil Gaiman. I hitched a ride to Newport with my in-laws who'd just been to visit, got the train to Gloucester and the bus to Cheltenham and arrived just in time. He was lovely, of course, and we did queue in the rain, and of course it was worth it. I wanted to talk to him for hours but all I managed to say was my name.

We did get a wee reference in his blog: http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2013/10/a-perfect-week.html

I went to Cheltenham, and talked and signed at the literary festival there: 400 people queued up afterwards, most of them in the rain, and I felt very guilty indeed.

He shouldn't feel too guilty. I mean, we were there because we wanted to see him. He was just there because he's nice or something.


I missed Jasper Fforde in Penarth / Newport, and the MCM Expo London Comic Con, which saddened me. On the up side, I now have a job! Hooray! Huzzah! Hoorah!

30 October 2013 1 Comment

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