There’s a lot of opinion on writer’s block, whether its exists, how to get past it, what the whole writing life thing is all about. Here’s some, and here’s some more. Not much is about why we get stuck and … Continue reading →
Gaie Sebold recently posted her 10 Top Tips for Writers on Pete Sutton’s excellent BRSBKBLOG. Reading it (and you should, there’s some great advice there) I realised my Top Ten would be very different. Not better, just different. Different people … Continue reading →
He was uncertain, she was beautiful and flirtatious. His evening went better than ever before. In his mind the moment came. She swept him with her eyes from head to foot. ‘All right.’ Inside his room he relaxed. He took … Continue reading →
Open Waters, my first short story collection is now available from the publisher’s website. If you’d rather have an e-book, then the Kindle version is coming very soon. (And if you’re subscribed to this blog you’ll see my post here … Continue reading →
Here is the cover of my new short story collection, Open Waters, from theEXAGGERATEDpress. Daniele Serra has created a wonderful impressionistic cover, the style and use of light reminds me of Turner and Manet. I am indeed a lucky man. … Continue reading →
Wilson & Masters They cruised along the elevated section. City lights spread all around them in constellations and reefs of light in an ocean of night. ‘We think we’re at the centre of things but we’re not,’ Masters said. ‘There … Continue reading →
Mr Crane’s Garden Every night Crane put his shrapnel, the smallest of his small change, in an old glass spaghetti jar. When it was full he took it to the charity shop. Between times it served as a door stop. … Continue reading →
Hurrah! I’ve just discovered my short story ‘All Your Futures Are Belong to Us’ from ARC 1.3 magazine has an honourable mention in Gardner Dozois’ The Year’s Best SF, vol 30. I’m told there’s a good crop of other ARC … Continue reading →
Ellen’s Prognosis The deck rolled in the swell under Tremayne’s feet, the wind fresh on the port quarter Cargo ships ploughed along the coast in steady procession. Their dark hulls low in the water, laden with whatever burdens they carried, … Continue reading →
Mexico ‘Ready, my Lord?’ It was Lord Ustral now. That was less of a laugh than a sick joke. Ustral scowled at the burning keep across the immense breadth of the turbulent river. His keep. Down on the quay ships … Continue reading →
