Baobab Cafe and a Ripped Fishnet Rescue

I love to write in cafes. It's the white noise, the way that I'm completely focused on my narrative, and the superstitions I have about my own creative process that pull me in. This is a blog about writing in cafes, the rough end of town, and a dramatic rescue of a damsel in distress who was wearing punk-rock fishnet tights...

I’m back

I haven’t blogged for ages. I’m sorry about that. It’s because I’ve been writing a particularly difficult story. Occasionally, and I’m sure fiction writers can relate, I get completely absorbed by a narrative; I resent having to come up for air. I become obsessive about some stories. Not all of them, just the odd one … Continue reading I’m back