Welcome to Wellington, the Coolest Little Capital, where nothing is quite what it seems. Strange creatures lurk in the shadows of the Beehive, while a Beast arises From The Deep determined to destroy us all. Being Neighbourly might just change your life, and if you listen closely you can hear demonic Whispers in the wind. So
I think that a lot of people hear the word “horror” and assume blood, guts and grisly death. They think ‘Hellraiser’, ‘American Horror Story’ or ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ and they forget that horror doesn’t have to be disgusting, or even remotely bloody. I think a lot of that misunderstanding is due to the influence of
After I don’t know how many hours of planning, typing, doodling, editing, crying, hating every word and getting back up and trying all over again… my first collection of short stories has been published. It almost seems bittersweet. I feel… I don’t know really. Relieved, I think! At the moment it is only available in
I run an online blog and support group called Well-Written; a writing group which encourages women to write for positive mental health. We share our ideas and creativity, and we listen to what we all have to say. It is aimed at being an empowering and nurturing space not just to write about mental health
I made my very first zine this weekend. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, and no plan. I decided that instead of trying to make it nice and pretty, I would use it as a creative brain-dump. So I cut random images from magazines (I didn’t even cut them neatly!); added a
I’m tired. I don’t want to admit it, but I am. I promised myself last year to pay more attention to my ‘give-a-fuck’-budget, and by that I meant that I needed to consider whether something was really worth my time, my energy or my money. I also said that if an event I was invited
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
