An update on the One Million Words project
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.
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 a partial scene from the only NaNoWriMo project I actually completed last November. Jack Wish is the main antagonist in Two Souls and a Pocket Watch, which I currently plan to publish in a hundred years time. Agnes Ditton was a hard woman to track down, not least because she now went by... Continue Reading →
Made of equal parts Yorkshire grit, Rambo and Delia Smith, Glenda has lived with the Penhaligons at the priory for more than 30 years. She's the ultimate housekeeper, with eyes in the back of her head, a knack for shooting and no love for naughty goats. She has an ancient partner, a brusque telephone manner,... 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 →