Before Christmas I began working on a short story - which turned out to be not so short - built around a number of different horror/creepy/crime prompts and gestated perhaps a bit too long. I was experimenting with the idea of writing in something of a stream-of-consciousness style, although I ended up adding a fair … Continue reading Cut lines →

I presume that I dream as often as the next person, but it’s not particularly common for me to remember that I’ve dreamt or what I’ve dreamt.  Having woken up from this particularly lucid dream not too long ago, I sat down shortly after to try and write it down. It’s always difficult to capture … Continue reading Dick Powell Backs Up into my Neighbour’s Red Car in the Snow, While I Help to Move the Queen. →