my fiction
three stories not about birds: gull 2029
Miriam rolled back over to look up at the deepening sky, holding her notebook on her belly with both hands. "I miss looking things up." "That's why you robbed the libraries."
Latest
reading
2025 april reading roundup
tl;dr: 19 books, 4 of them five-star
my fiction
four stories not about fruit: lime
"Noor!" the blonde exclaimed, leaping up from her chair. "We thought you'd been blown to Shropshire!" Noor held out both her hands to be clasped. "Tosh, Lilian, you've never really believed I can cross running water."
outlining
early onset plot holes
...dainty Gladys, the Light of Bethnal Green, who graciously sacked her personal maid and took up hemming her own linens and taught temperance songs to the grubby locals...
list
2025 march reading roundup
generated by thestorygraph where my username is also hooksforeverything Last time i did one of these i ground out amazon referral links to the ones I recommended. imagine me thinking I was hustling. I didn't pay a penny for any of these and nor should you. I am
spring
MARKING WHERE I MIGRATED TO GHOST
Perhaps this time. I wonder if DNS migration got any easier in the 20 years since I last did one? Well, I've put forwarding on. and nobody is typing in domain names any more anyway. the kids these days are all about the clicking. The poster’s guide
crone energy
I shan't be an asset
From under the dogs, I reinstalled Instagram and started unfollowing accounts, and then making other accounts unfollow me quietly. Updated my 'bio' to say I wasn't there anymore. Messaged a handful of people to ask if they post anywhere else and to say if they don&
autumn
blackberries, Virginia, & Anne
It's Michaelmas. Today the devil spits on the blackberries, and I could cut the hedge. I'm reading Virginia, I'm reading Anne, I'm listening to Beth, I'm listening to Polly. The bookmark I found for Anne is a postcard printed with
summer
2023 w20: potatoes now, cape later
and if I turn my head, which I won't because I slept wrong, I can see both our small dogs
spring
across the bus
There's a girl across the bus and all I can see is yellow sleeves, white hands and a pound of silver rings Are they the rings you put on every day, I don't ask, or do you choose the mood from a dish of a dozen
spring
my indulgences are earth, now
it's spring again and the plum blossom is dropping messy metaphors all over my walk. I am at least a year older than I was this time last year and possibly more. my indulgences are earth, now time spent away from my desk time spent more answering time
winter
2021-w50: well, we moved house again
but after that I write the novel here.