I’m endlessly fascinated by how a story is made; how much of it is fact and how much is fiction. I’ve written many stories over the last two years and there really isn’t a single process to the writing of a story, not for me anyway. Some have been born from writing exercises. You know … Continue reading Building Stories: Where do they come from?
I'm so happy that a short story I've written has been published in a really great literary online journal based here in New Zealand: Turbine. There's some terrific writing in this journal, so I'm incredibly proud to be included amongst it. Here's the link to my story, The Fisherman, but I hope you take time to read some of the … Continue reading So, I got this short story published…
A quick blog about getting over writer's block, spinning plates and wanting to get back to an inappropriately sexual Drama teacher. Well, wouldn't you?
Do you have to be moving a pen across a page or tapping fingertips on a keyboard to be ‘writing’? Yesterday, I wrote the first 500 words I’ve managed in the last two weeks, barring blog and journal, and all of them were a load of rubbish. Just now, I deleted the lot. But I … Continue reading Writing, Dying and Opening Doors…
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway I have my nose to the grindstone almost all the time at the moment. I give myself breaks for being a mum and sleeping. Or rather, I have my fingers to the keyboard. I’ve challenged myself to write a short … Continue reading Good Writers Bleed
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
This is a piece for the Daily Press Weekly Writing Challenge: Three Ways to Go Gonzo. There's loads of swearing, so if you don't like that sort of thing - sorry... The Eunuch I pulled into the BP forecourt, frustrated that the only free petrol pump had an old man dithering in front of it. … Continue reading The Eunuch – DP Writing Challenge