Writing is hard. Oh, certainly, the act of writing is easy enough; you start with a word, and you add another, and then another, and another after that. Eventually, you form sentences and paragraphs. If you keep going, you might end up with pages and chapters, and beyond that, entire stories. Just like Dr Frankenstein,
I keep a vase of sunflowers on my windowsill, Reminders in dark days the sun is always with me still. Each blossom; sown and nurtured, tended by my hands alone. Blessed am I, to bring their love and light into my home. Outside, they follow with adoring gaze, as their God spins sideways through the
My manuscript is complete, and has been sent out to beta readers. I am under no illusions that my work is done and finished; I’m positive that there will be many more changes to be made, plot lines to improve, and characters to kill. Sending my ‘baby’ out into the world is terrifying. I wonder
I remember the first time I watched the movie “Aliens”. I was 15 and I watched it in secret from my parents with two friends in their “den”. We watched “Terminator 2: Judgement Day” on the same day. I guess we must have been on a James Cameron kick. I remember being absolutely and totally
Last week, I had an online chat/interview with fellow horror and speculative fiction writer, Penny Jones. We talked about why we write creepy stories; the issues women face when writing the horror genre; and the things modern horror can tell us about society and people today. With massive thanks to Jim Mcleod at Ginger Nuts
I’m wearing so many writing hats at the moment, sometimes I forget which one I’m supposed to have perched on my head at any given time. I know some people expect me to always wear one particular hat, and some see all of my hats as awesome. Others don’t care about, or pay too much
Readers familiar with the late, and wonderful, Terry Pratchett, will no doubt recognise this post title. Perhaps I should scribble such a sign and hang it in a prominent place on my website and blog, or even around my neck like Granny Weatherwax, as I am most definitely not dead at all. I am, however,
There will be times when the world seems too much for you. Too loud. Too angry. Too demanding. You will lose all your words in the chaos, Rediscover them in all the wrong places. Those moments may spur you to recede, to withdraw from the uproar and disruption. You may seek your peace in solitude,
Sharing a guest post I wrote for the wonderful Colleen Anderson as part of Women In Horror Month. “Witches Brew – A Recipe for Writing Horror.” https://colleenanderson.wordpress.com/2019/02/04/women-in-horror-tabatha-wood/ * image credit John Silliman via Unsplash
I am going to be doing something very new this year which challenges me and frightens me, but also invigorates me and excites me. I will be offering workshops for women to help them find their Wild Voice. I wrote this last year when I was just beginning to find my own Wild Voice and