Distillation and Colour November is usually a time of grey, of bleaching and the last of the chlorophyll leaching away as winter drags her blanket over all. Some stubborn leaves remain, to fall later in gale or frost, others have…
Boom! This is the highest number of words I’ve attained in this recent period of wordcountability (also, see here). Rather pleased with this and the direction the tale is heading. Although I’m not entirely sure what happens at the next…
This morning this story flowered, blossoming into life. So far, in the bits I’ve drafted that I suspect will stay in the redraft, there are three lines of dialogue. Each one the same. Other than this, the whole of the…
Recently I have been giving a lot of thought to fear. There are things in this life I am afraid of that, on the surface, make no sense. Fear is like this, it weaves and binds — insidious tendrils invade…
As I mentioned in my last piece, I spent a couple of days in Auld Reekie on my way back to the far north. When I arrived there, at something past two on a Tuesday afternoon, carrying a pack weighing…
