Recently I’ve been on a quantum physics kick. The vague thought behind it was, ‘If I read a coupla books…
One foot in the grave
I remember coming home from school to be told my nanna was dead. I cried, more from the surprise than…
Is it worth a sequoia?
A few days ago I posted on one of the creative writing groups I belong to on Facebook. My question…
Pretend People
Terentia is invited to speak at a local library about writing. A well known but ageing author, her latest manuscript…
Are cows happy?
I don’t know about you but I look at cows, chomping away in their meadows, and think, nice life. (For…
Does Covid cause dementia?
So here’s the thing. I’m locked down on a country property, all by myself (if you don’t count the dog,…
My new novel, and why it’s so bad…
No really. For the last two years I’ve been working on a novel about Stuff, and now I’ve summoned the…
A Twist of Fate: a pseudo-Irish Gaelic fairytale
Or perhaps this story should be called The Perils of Revenge. Whatever…. It was a wild, cold morning, in a…
The Naked Novelist
That’s right, I’m sitting here writing in the nude, and that’s NOT because I’m trying to get in the mood…
Eyes Shut, a poem about beginnings
Eyes shut. The cool of morning fingers my face, like water. Eyes shut. Day’s embryo sits in the womb like…
