Journey Tree

I had been plagued for weeks by a recurrent dream involving a tree, but of what species I could not tell. Its branches were long and its leaves were wide, and its trunk was smothered in patches of green moss and layers of loose bark. As I got closer to it, it reached out to

Open call for submissions — Black Dogs, Black Tales

I am extremely pleased to announce that after a good deal of plotting and scheming, I will be working with a fantastic team of people to put together a brand new horror and dark speculative fiction charity anthology entitled, “Black Dogs, Black Tales.” This collection of short fiction will be raising money for the Mental

Don’t Self-Reject!

Have you ever felt super excited about doing a Thing, only to suddenly find yourself crippled by unexpected anxiety, uncertainty and a strong urge to run away and hide? I don’t just mean a physical Thing, but also a creative or artistic one. Self-rejection is the nasty little brother of the Imposter Syndrome Gremlin, and

Knock, Knock! Imposter Syndrome Calling…

I woke up this morning to find I had been tagged in an awesome yet terrifying tweet — a friend of mine had included me and my anthology, “Dark Winds Over Wellington,” in a list of must-read female dark fiction writers. I’ve read all of the other books she listed and they are absolutely tremendous.

Wordsmith Wizard – A Conversation with Writer and Editor Dion Winton-Polak

Dion Winton-Polak is a freelance editor and a familiar face in the horror writing community. An accomplished writer, reviewer and podcaster, Dion’s energy and drive are infectious, and he is known for having both an impeccable eye for detail and a twisted sense of humour. It’s a winning combination.  In the bio of his website

Long Distance

Flash fiction challenge: 500 word romance using the word “spring.” I’ve done it again. Just like I always do. My mouth was in gear but my brain was in neutral, saying words I didn’t really mean.  It’s hard for me. I’m not like you, I’m much more emotional. You twist me around like a coiled spring, wind me up