What Is Owed – Short Story

This short story is about desperation and the actions that people may take in order to regain control. CONTENT WARNING: Domestic Violence Carly stood frozen in the centre of the kitchen, phone in one hand and knife in the bloodied other. The heap on the floor cooled slowly, in a pool of its own creation. …

The Mastodon in the Room

I’m doing it. I told myself I wouldn’t, but I’m doing it. I’m going to write about joining Mastodon and why you should ditch Twitter (if you haven’t already abandoned that dumpster fire) and join me on it. I could go into the full rundown of what the Fediverse is, what it can do and …

Poetry in Motion

I’ve never really thought of myself a having a particular niche or style of writing. I’ve been quite envious of writers that do have that, actually. Imagine having one genre that really speaks to you creatively, one where you can really focus and dive deep. You could argue that the opposite is true; having no …

Separation Anxiety

As I write this, I’m sitting in a hotel room in London. I love travelling for work. At least I kind of did, and then I had a family. It’s weird because time away for a lot of people feels like an exciting respite but I’m just conscious that I’m missing them. It’s weird because …

Deadlines (the horror!)

Over the years I’ve been known to set a deadline or two. I’ve also been known to ignore those deadlines and procrastinate even harder, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make. Ultimately I rarely use them as a tool when I write because of a very simple reason; missing one feels like failing. …

Like so many things, it began with a question…

Why aren’t you writing? I’d asked myself this question many, many times. I used to write short stories and I’ve started two novels (note the use of the word started and not completed). I even used to be a part of a writing group that was extraordinarily motivational but we drifted apart over time. More …

The Significance of Absence

Months. It's been months since I've posted anything. It's all my own fault, of course. I promised that when I started this blog, it wouldn't go the way of my previous ones; empty, neglected and eventually shuttered. Sadly, it seems that it almost did. But no! I'm back! But what to talk about now? I …

Modest Progress

The photo above features a wrist. It's my wrist (this only makes it mildly less weird, I know) and the significance lies with the band around it. That band is a milestone. Well, actually it's a hair tie provided by my therapist. Can it be both? In this case, definitely yes. How can a hair …

Facing Fears

Coulrophobia is a recently developed word coined specifically to describe a fear of clowns. Now I've spent most of my life being a little afraid of clowns. Not so much a serious phobia, but more of a general dislike and unease at the concept of them. At the least they're not funny and at the …

On a Jetplane

Airports. I love airports. More specifically, I love the two-way excitement of either going away to somewhere exotic or returning home to your most familiar place. I suppose I've had this feeling about airports since my first solo flight when I was thirteen years old. Wandering around an airport as a kid is weird, but …