An update on the One Million Words project
One Million Words: Update
So, I’m a published author now
From Myths to Monsters. New anthology from 11 fantasy writers.
One Million Words
Because Twitter is Twitter, and because I'm me, I committed to writing one million words in 2021. Why am I like this?
How to tell if you’re in an Inka York short story
This post is based on articles from The Toast and the idea proposed in this tweet. Companion post: How to tell if you're in an Inka York novel How to tell if you're in an Inka York short story ... You wake up on a stretching rack. Love is tragic. Your cat has adopted your sworn... Continue Reading →
How to tell if you’re in an Inka York novel
This post is based on articles from The Toast and the idea proposed in this tweet. Companion post: How to tell if you're in an Inka York short story How to tell if you're in an Inka York novel ... If you throw an amulet, it will land around the neck of a queer person. You... Continue Reading →
Six Books
Today is the third anniversary of a very special beginning. It was the first time I’d taken part in a NaNo event. More importantly, I wrote the first words of a writing project that had been brewing for thirty years. That first book evolved into more. A second, a third. Definitely no more than four.... Continue Reading →
Bad Timing
For eighteen months Derek had attempted to cajole a smile out of stone cold Claire. He’d been counting. He’d tried small talk. Will the carpark ever reopen? Will the leaky roof ever get fixed, or must customers forever dodge traffic cones with their squeaky trolleys? And whatever happened to the deli counter? Derek eyed the... Continue Reading →
Dog’s Dinner
The rain spattered softly onto the stacks of bin bags outside the old terraced house. The summer downpour had driven away the flies and a lone spider clung to the underside of the windowsill as stubbornly as the flaking red paint. Cars sped by, spitting at the stray mongrel drinking from the gutter. The street... Continue Reading →
Jack
Jack enjoyed the quiet. For years he had sat, silent and immobile, praying there would be no interruption to his solitude. Of course, he knew the day would come, it always did. Sometimes it would be years between disturbances, other times, merely months. But when it came, it did not stop. Every day there would... Continue Reading →
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