Threads and Tangles Everything is wet, everything is fresh and green, new and spring-like until, almost overnight, summer arrives. And she arrives with the subtlety of someone snatching you off the street, fully-clothed, and throwing you into a sauna. The…
Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
Of Edgelands and Imagination We live around 12 kilometres, or 7.5 miles, from the ocean. Here, as I have mentioned, the ground begins to fold and hills rise around us, stretching above crinkled, complicated valleys, all the way down to…
Where my work is going and what new releases you shall see, with additional rambling about mental health and the world burning. I recently threatened to post a blog here and, worryingly, it looks like that threat came true, if…
The following was originally posted on my Not A Travel Writer sub-tumblr. As tumblr dies following its ridiculous self-destruction, I have decided to correlate all my previous posts, from several places, here. It makes sense and, crucially, means I own…
If we did not look closely, we would be forgiven for thinking that this world is fuelled by anger, hate and rage. These are the things that garner column inches, headlines, ticker tape and Breaking News!, these outlets rarely seem to want…
Expect more on Operation Rising Cream soon. Needless to say I have yet to make a definitive decision on the whole matter. When one has spent years of one’s life working on something, one wants the best for one’s work.…
I love Scrivener. It makes things so much easier for working out where I am in a huge body of work. It makes ideas and changes visual, ensuring I do not lose track of the whole or the details. This…
