The day finally stops. Dad’s taxi is parked in the garage – the almost not a teenager managed to miss the last bus of the night and faced a two hour walk home. “Time just disappeared.” I flashed a glance at his wrist – the watch we bought him is there. Oh well. I suppose […]
My alter-ego Lloyd Connor is very pleased that his story, Some Corner of a Dorset Field that is Forever Arabia, appears in the long list of recommended horror stories of 2014 from Ellen Datlow. I eagerly await her yearly anthology of horrible goodies, so it is a big massive thrill for me to make that long […]
I am very happy to have a short story of mine included in the upcoming anthology, “At the Edge“, from Paper Road Press.
Years ago I was helping a junior staff member who was having some difficulties. Ours can be an arduous profession, with long hours, lots of conflict, and difficult policy decisions which have to be defended. She was talking about some of the difficulties she was facing, particularly as a woman of a different background in […]
I remember the moon landing. I kept asking my mother when they were going to put my cartoons on, instead of all this low quality space stuff. At about 3pm, I realised I would not be seeing my morning cartoons. It was just wrong. I think my basic sense of injustice springs from that event. […]
Sergeant Burns’ penultimate report (yes, there is a link there) ended up in last year’s Grapple Annual. I’m hoping he has a few more adventures left in him.
Love Hurts. Indeed it does, and thank goodness for that, as it has led to the speculative fiction anthology, Love Hurts from Meerkat Press, and I am very happy that one of my stories will be appearing in the collection. More later, but left click here to check out the latest news.
All writing is genre writing, literary fiction is just another genre. And genre is just a way of working out where to put the damn thing on the right shelf in the book store. One day, I keep promising myself, I’ll write a series of posts on comfort food, the books I have come back […]
A little shout out for the NSW Writers’ Centre’s Speculative Fiction Festival (click on the highlighted text to be taken straight to their webpage), being held a the centre in the beautiful grounds of the former mental asylum at Callan Park. I have previously enjoyed many speakers and panels at the Speculative Fiction Festival and […]
And of course I’d lie to myself, telling myself there was still time, there were novelists who didn’t get started until they were fifty, hell, even sixty. Probably plenty of them. – Stephen King Or in the words of my dear friend Brett, ‘get a fucking move on’. Mate, the finger is officially out.
Nobody is looking 