The Heroine of Crundle Lane Bridge – Short Story (excerpt)

Trying to remain defiant in the face of outright and blatant hatred is a terrifying prospect, especially when you’re eight years old. Mary dug her finger nails deep into the flesh of her pale forearms as she stood in the playground, opposite Alice Tuebrook. The other girl had a preened flash of red hair, tied…

One Lovely Blog Award

 I don’t usually blog twice in a day, but by-jimmeny, here I am again!  What news fair followers, what news!  Limebird Writers hath nominated me for a ‘One Lovely Blog Award’! Oh what frivolous wonderment is this? I am most honoured to be considered for and indeed given this award! Glad people can follow my many rants,…

Back from the Beyond

Good morrow fair readers! I haven’t fell off the face of the planet, I promise! My writing has been rather neglected of late (oh the infamy!), which is not good. Like an artist not visiting his/her studio for weeks and letting the dust settle on the canvas. My characters have been up to a bit…