Remembering happiness!

Of late I’ve been thinking, from time to time, about joy – the sort of moment that lights you up … More

The Temple of Tidy

Do you remember your parents’ bedroom? Mine was my mother’s, really. My dad just slept in it. During the day … More

Don’t ask where the other 67 went. Anyway. Here’s the idea. Don’t steal it. People LOVE exclusivity. They also LOVE … More

She wondered if she’d imagined him. He came by the light of the street lamps on the patio, when only … More

As Dame Edna Everage would say, and who am I to contradict her? You wouldn’t believe what an awful month … More

Sometimes bad things happen. Yesterday Deeper got two new reviews. They were awful. It helped a little that the readers … More

“The difference between fact and fiction..is that in fiction, you’re allowed to drag your characters through hell, because you can … More

I’m lost. Lost. A billion cries echo through the dreamscape, each one alone. An eight year old girl plays in … More

You know when you’ve got this huge irrational longing to go somewhere you’ve never been? Not because it’s nice there, … More

When an author writes about murder, you have to assume that somewhere, somehow, she knows something about it. Yesterday began … More