Hope Island

You can now find this book on Amazon as an eBook or paperback This novel grew from speculation in the summer of 2019 that a viral pandemic was imminent, that the western antarctic ice sheet is fragile and that the Carrington Event of 1859 is overdue for a re-run as it repeats about every 150 years. TheContinue reading “Hope Island”

The Act of Falling

I wanted to set myself a challenge with my second novel. I chose a cast of characters who all had a psychological or sociological problems. I threw them together in their first year at university and watched what happened. The plot developed almost by itself, I only had the vaguest outline of where it wasContinue reading “The Act of Falling”

White Lies and Black Sheep

You can find this book on Amazon as an eBook or paperback. Not my first novel, but the first one I’m admitting to. Previous attempts are not tucked away in a drawer, they were ceremoniously burnt on the fire (nowadays of course I would recycle them). I understood that first novels are often a thinly veiledContinue reading “White Lies and Black Sheep”

Nothing Matters

(flash fiction – 500 words) Nothing Matters I’ll try to explain but I doubt you’ll get it. The thing is there’s no point to anything. That’s what people don’t understand, that nothing matters. Nothing makes any difference. That’s why I want to do this, that’s why I have to do this, to show you, toContinue reading “Nothing Matters”

Where do you write?

I am fortunate. After a lifetime of working freelance as an illustrator, graphic designer, copywriter and cartoonist, I have an established working routine and a studio with forty years history embedded in every dust mote – or I did have until we moved house two years ago. I now have a smaller, newer studio, butContinue reading “Where do you write?”

Late Mail

(Late Mail is a 300 word murder mystery) My phone pinged with a message. I expected it to be a friend, checking in after David’s funeral. ‘Hello Lauren. You think you’ve got away with it, don’t you?’ It was David, but it couldn’t be, we’d just cremated him. Someone had hacked his account. ‘Who isContinue reading “Late Mail”

Writing can't only be a mirror

When I was a teenager I had no idea what it felt like to be sixty, or even thirty. Now I’m older I am told sometimes that I can’t possibly connect with the mindset of a younger generation. Frankly I think both opinions are misjudged. We have imaginationAnyone who is astute and observes those aroundContinue reading “Writing can't only be a mirror”