She was spinning before she hit the glass.
I write because I enjoy using the tools of the trade, myriad as they are. So, I thought it would be nice to share a little about the tools that I use and why I like them.
In which I discuss the introduction of new characters to a story.
We lied to ourselves. A well-meaning, optimistic lie but a lie all the same. We repeated this lie so often… Read more Human Spirit
I’m an optimist. I’ve always considered myself thus and, I should think, will continue to do so. I am such an… Read more On Contradiction: optimism and self-doubt
Earth ceased to be such a long time ago that I don’t remember actually seeing it. But I know from the genetic memory I inherited that humanity has lost something completely essential to our existence.
I had an epiphany a few nights ago: I’m a coward. I’d popped to the shops for some milk and… Read more The Merits of Cowardice
Frodsham has a hill to the south that has a war memorial at its peak. At the memorial site, clear weather conditions afford a great panoramic view of the Cheshire plains (I did not realise we had ‘plains’ in Britain but here they are!), the River Mersey and the hills of North Wales. The walk beyond the memorial would take me over hills and down gulleys, across fields and alongside golf courses…