That time when I decided choosing only 3 top reads from an entire year was a good idea. I stand by it though. Top reads of 2020.
Because Twitter is Twitter, and because I'm me, I committed to writing one million words in 2021. Why am I like this?
Soundtrack style playlist for Furies at the Gate, a queer, supernatural novella set in 1970s London, pitched as Charlie's Angels X Life on Mars, but with demonic lesbians and better cars.
NEWS: My LGBTQ+ story, Six Days of Summer, was accepted for publication in a supernatural anthology. Publication date: February 2021
I've been trying to find time to rewrite an old story from my school days. It's a twist on an old fish tale, a not quite retelling of The Little Mermaid. My premise is this: what if, instead of a charming prince, it's Wednesday Addams who finds Ariel washed up on the beach? I just... Continue Reading →
From Lotus, my WIP for April 2019's CampNaNoWriMo. I finished it at 38K. I love the story, especially how it ends, setting up NTSR 1 nicely. If I haven't already mentioned it, I plan to publish Lotus after books 1 and 2 of NTSR have been released. Betsy has been taking care of Lotus since... Continue Reading →
I started writing Lotus during April's CampNaNoWriMo. It's set in 1948 in the same Oxfordshire village as NTSR. Mostly it's about a coven of vampires who are still Violet's neighbours in present times. We meet them briefly in Paper Starlings, and they have the occasional scene throughout the series. Adam Castle — the grandad in... Continue Reading →
This is an NTSR short set in London in the 1970s, introducing characters who will feature in the No Good Comes series and bringing back underused characters from NTSR. If I'd finished drafting the Victorian NTSR stories during NaNoWriMo, I was going to move onto this one. I didn't even get close. *** Infuriated by... Continue Reading →
In honour of Halloween, here's a trick and a treat from The Lion & The Wolf. I'll leave you to decide what the trick is. The Lion knew that sin well enough; the sin of being born with his mother’s last breath brought censure upon his head from her grieving family. He had long ago... Continue Reading →
This is the last of the Victorian spin-offs I have outlined for NaNoWriMo. It's a companion tale of Two Souls & a Pocket Watch, and it will feature my favourite foppish archangel, Uriel. I was twelve years old the first time I summoned a well-demon to the garden. Sitting by the well in his garden,... Continue Reading →