Not a Speck of Light

I first came across Laird Barron a dozen or so years ago when I was working my way through Ellen Datlow’s yearly horror collections. Since then he has become one of “my” authors, those whose next book I eagerly await. One of the best things that I ever read on Twitter was what I think […]

Grooming my Grandfather

This story of mine was based on many years of a very similar dream. I would visit my mother’s father as he sat on a chair on a concrete slab in the backyard of his home. It was a yard I knew well from my childhood. Though he was dead and would not speak, he […]

You’ll Never Find Me

I am receiving constant reminders of how the Covid knockdown and working from home has knocked me for six. Today it was the effort it took to get me off my arse and out the front door for a day out on my own, and to make the decision all by myself as an adult […]

My Wonder book of Snails and Slugs

My latest publication, My Wonder Book of Snails and Slugs, is available for your free reading pleasure (?) in the new edition of Penumbric. I think of it as a sometimes melancholy, sometimes sinister tale of love, loss and survival, and also of snails, a sea of slugs, a sea monster, bat faced cardigan monkeys […]

Horror as optimism

I knew what books she liked … – gloomy horror stories, Gothic novels with crumpled covers featuring a drawing of a Bat. Perverted monks, severed hands that murder people, coffins flushed out of graveyards by floods. Evidently reading this sort of thing confirmed her in the conviction that we are not living in the worst […]