An Autumn Haunted Cinquain – a seasonal poem
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
The chirupping of a cricket in Gothenburg’s Antique Halls is a puzzle, as I try out the writing-friendly qualities of the Latteria
Do you have a muse? Long ago I co-opted Clio, muse of history, but like Rudyard Kipling’s cat, she walks by herself and isn’t very reliable.
Thinking about podcast scripts, trying to move forward with Elin’s Story, my historical novel, and exploring my own creative process as I go.
Far Flung: Announcing the forthcoming publication of an anthology of writing celebrating a decade of the Writers Abroad authors community.
A call for tips on how to be a creative writer. Surely the skills I’ve developed as a content writer ought to be transferable?
What is a right and proper subject for a novel today? A discussion of commercial and moral arguments and a vindication (I hope) of authorial freedom.
April showers – of the tax declaration and coronavirus lockdown variety – are excuses for my faltering productivity, but I soldier on.
My 2020 writing goals are much the same as every year – I have goals of aspiration and goals of achievement and already I think I’m doing well.
This year’s NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month – is nearing its end. I didn’t join in this year – I haven’t for many years – but I see the attraction.