It’s August and I’m in the northern hemisphere, so I suppose it’s only natural I’d be thinking about Hell. I mean, we had a bit of rain yesterday and it cooled the embers we’re roasting on somewhat but still, it’s August, which to me is the same as Hell. So here are a few writing tips from Hell. Hopefully, they’ll send cold shivers down my spine as I write them. Continue reading The Writing Rules from Hell
I had my summer vacation this week. In the past, I used to make elaborate writing plans for my vacations that invariably fell through, so this year I decided to change the approach but not the goal, which was to get a bit more writing done. Continue reading Country Life: The Writing Experiment
My trusted old laptop died its last death today and we decided to not resuscitate. There comes a time when you just have to stop pouring money in an ageing device that you need to be reliable but is getting the opposite of that as time goes by (It’s 10+ years old. I know how this sounds. Apologies for shocking you.). Continue reading Speaking in Status Updates
When I was a child, there was a tradition among city-dwellers to have a cottage in the country, a place to go when the pressures of urban life became too strong. My family had a little place like that, too, with a shack instead of a house because my parents couldn’t afford to build a house, and what at the time looked to me like a huge garden. Continue reading Country Life: The Beginning
“I’ll try to take a three-day break from Twitter,” I wrote on Twitter on Friday morning around 7 am. I meant it. I had a horrible day on social media on Thursday that made me question the point of human civilisation if that’s what we end up as — spiteful, tunnel-visioned internet trolls. Anyway, since I can’t waste time on social media, I’ll blogging about it. Cunning, right? So. Continue reading The Three-Day Trial
What you see above is what the cover of The Lamiastriga would have been had I continued with my initial plan to self-publish it. I’ve never been very good at explaining anything to anyone but my concept for the book was simple enough to articulate without leaving any space for doubt: just the title and nothing else. Continue reading Covers, Covers Everywhere. Also Torsos.
If I ever had to make a profile on a dating website — and if my idea of how such profiles tend to look is accurate — it would probably say something along these lines: Writes a lot. Reads a lot. Swears a lot. Doesn’t clean house. Hates laundry. Enjoys cooking and takes half-empty plates personally. Continue reading The Big Chore