I could not write or create without music. Music fuels me and inspires me and can turn a slow and unsatisfying writing session, into one that flows smoothly and without hesitation. A good playlist can make all the difference between getting those recommended 2,000 daily words down, and committing only two lines to the page.
Fact or fiction? … You decide. It’s exactly two years to the day that I reacted to some medicine my doctor gave me, passed out, cracked my head open and gave myself a serious concussion. Two years since I almost choked on my own vomit and died. Two years since I visited the Waiting Room
To be published in March 2019. Thirteen short stories of horror and suspense based around “the Coolest Little Capital”, Wellington, NZ. For updates see my Dark Winds Over Wellington page
* header photo credit to Sara Rolin via Unsplash * I haven’t always written horror, although I have been an avid fan of it since I first stumbled upon Stephen King’s ‘Pet Sematary’ when I was around 13. I always read books well outside my suggested age range, much to my mother’s chagrin. She supported
Everywhere I go now I carry small pieces of green glass with me, Worn smooth by the ceaseless sea, And made pale by the powerful sun. Broken and discarded yet also a small token of delight. Each time I find some lying on the beach, I pick it up. I pocket it. And always it
Shoe, Who do you belong to? How is it that there is only one of you, And not two? Forgetting both, that seems like a thing I’d do. But to lose one only, half of a pair, seems almost too odd to be true. I wonder if your owner will miss you, Return to collect
It always surprises me, how often I will simply fall into a piece of writing. How my creative self leads me without my even being conscious of it most times. At the moment I am winding down physically and relaxing more. Partly this is due to impending Christmas celebrations, and also because due to a
I recently found some old notes which I had planned to turn into some sort of memoir/record of our holiday to New Zealand, back before we knew we were going to come and live here. Even as I started writing about it all, things were changing for us, we were making the push to move
(A checklist to help you when you don’t have much time to read either!) Finding time to write can be difficult, but it’s not impossible. Ask yourself – Why do you want to write? What are you writing about? What are your goals? Who is your intended audience? It could be that you simply want
I need to mow the lawn again. If our landlord comes around, he won’t be happy. The phrase, “grows like a weed” is especially appropriate here, given that most of it is weeds. But honestly, I rather like the wildness of it; the messy, random, “not-keeping-up-with-the-Jones’s-ness” of it. A small piece of rebellion in the