“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
We are all smart in our different, dare I say unique even, ways. This seems to be the dominant thinking today. None of us is stupid, it goes, lest someone should get offended. Well, I’ve come to this blog here today to tell you that we are all stupid in our different and, yes, sometimes unique, ways. I’m sorry but that how it is. Continue reading Being Stupid
I’m not sure if I’ve said it already but when I was making 2019 resolutions last year I made an executive decision to keep them as real as possible. None of that “Eat more healthy food”, “Stop smoking”, “Win a Pulitzer” stuff. Only things I am actually capable of doing, I told myself. Just the stuff I know how to do without needing supernatural help. Continue reading 19 Resolutions for 2019: Pyjamas
I’m a time traveller. That’s right and I don’t even try. True, I only travel short distances but travel I do. Today, for instance, I woke up in the certainty it was Wednesday, which it was, but a few hours later I developed another certainty, that it’s actually Thursday. And that’s just a minor trip. Continue reading What Day Was It Today Again?
The short list for the annual Bad Sex in Fiction Awards by the Literary Review is out and it’s hilarious though I think last year’s was funnier. But this time I feel a certain empathy with the authors selected. Because, honestly, it’s bloody hard to write a good sex scene that is at the same time believable and beautiful, or at any rate memorable. I know because I’ve been there. Continue reading The Woes and Perils of Writing a Sex Scene