I’ve always loved this commercial for the British Red Cross. Eerie, poignant and very unsettling, the soft-spoken hoodie girl and her dog raise the hairs on the back of my neck every time I see the ad. She would make a wonderful character in a book. There may already be a book or …
To show how excited I am about finally being able to say that The Clockwork Bluebird is alive (ALIVE, I TELL YOU…ALIIIIIIVE!!!) I’m having a giveaway. You can see details here. There is a rather nifty vintagey glass ball watch, a signed copy of the book, an ebook copy if that’s the way you rock, …
Today is a book birthday, of sorts, as I finally published (to very little fanfare) the book that I have been working on for a couple of years. Not having any type of a platform, you understand, means that if it was a birthday party it would be one of those very sad ones where …
I come by my love of reading honestly, as when I was a kid my parents read to me all the time. Both of my parents were passionate readers and throughout my life my father and I shared a love of certain books and authors. The Travis McGee novels and Dick Francis were shared passions, …
When you’ve lived with someone for a long time you develop a vocabulary of shared references and private jokes. One of ours is the phrase “dust and tears.” This is generally used in tones of adolescent existential angst when asked things like “We didn’t go shopping – what do you want for dinner?” *long, drawn-out …
As part of my New Year resolutions I’ve decided to do a cover giveaway in support of indie authors: specifically, all of the quirky and wonderful writers who make up the great NaNoWrimo community. I truly believe in supporting self-published authors and it is one of the reasons why I’ve kept my rates where they …
I won’t finish NaNoWriMo this year, despite having been very excited about it and determined to succeed. Too much work and too much lost time with my headaches – I think I must have been sick for approximately a quarter of the entire month. Instead, December and January will be my time, unofficial but a …
Walk with me through owl-sung tattered woods, moonbright, thorndark, sleaved with dancing rootless spells that wing twixt shadow & shadow above the bloodless pale stones sleeping like enchanted children beneath rent, mossy blankets Sing the wolfsong, rant widdershins through a forest out of time, behind the Moon, cobbled from snips of story fireside-chanted & wisps …
I’ve been reading Moonwise by Greer Ilene Gilman from the old paperback that came with me from the States: back cover mostly gone, pages softly browning, smelling of mold and dust. I love this book. This review says it quite well: “What makes Moonwise so unusual is the fact that it exists in a grey …
NaNoWriMo has not been going well. I’ve been trying to write in the mornings and save cover work for afternoons/evenings, but I’m so tired and stressed. I’m so behind. It’s not at the point where I have no hope of making it, but I’m beginning to wonder if I want to salvage it. Not that …
