Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.
I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.
My best writing happens when I’m fighting to produce it.
Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.
Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker n...
One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.
