Kim Wilde and Genre

Kim Wilde is on Top of the Pops singing You Came in a little black dress and with the most uncomfortable backing band ever, as if they’re more happy to be in bank suits than in denim. It’s the year I really get going as a writer, I am thirteen and in the last few…

Between the Cracks

A common complaint about writing is time. As in, ‘I haven’t enough time’. Yet, I bet if I sat you down and audited your day I could find moments, I could find minutes that add up to a sizeable chunk of time. Let’s start with lunch, so many British people eat their lunch at their…

As Useful as a Chocolate Teapot in a Tropical Leper Colony

I often consider why in draft writing we try to cling to everything as writers. Backstory goes in, exposition goes in, the kitchen sink goes in. I consider the exposition in John Carpenter’s The Fog, hence the reference to the leper colony. The lepers in that story become first the monsters and then the avenging…

Write or Become a Ghost

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself. – Wallace Stevens. What if that changes? Where then do we find the beauty? In a world where we out consume what should be consumed and in which we reproduce in a way that is unsustainable maybe James Lovelock is right. Maybe…

Knowing Character

When you start to consider story beyond the three act structure (the basics being: beginning, middle and end) you realise that even if you map out your story you must know your character before doing so. You must also engage in the form you are writing in e.g. bloody read or watch something because you…

Globalisation

As part of my research for a novel I have been looking at something we take for granted, our imports and exports. This is a big thing in the UK at the moment with coming of Brexit and the perceived impact on them. I say, ‘perceived’ as we have no real model for how far…

Space Travel: Fiction vs Reality

I always had a problem with the concept of space ships in SF. Though we imagine a universe where we can break the laws of physics, creating ships that fold the galaxy in two (as Herbert imagined in Dune) or star ships that created warp capacity (as in Star Trek), the reality is that to…

Falling Blossom

As I write the stories of Meymod I wonder whether the narrator would understand spores and instead I think of blossom. Falling blossom. It makes more sense, a nano technology, a geo-engineered cleaner being something that floats easily rather than spores. Though the idea of sporing blossom is interesting, a fungus tree, for isn’t that…

A Body of Work

Once upon a time our ancestors dreamt of life on Mars, that the lines that appeared on its surface were canals for travel or irrigation. This was us taking the world around us and transposing it to a barren rock. I suspect even today that Mars has life on a bacterial level and that once…

Stories of Meymod: How Tales Grow

I have been inordinately quiet recently. This is largely down to what I like to call ‘day dreaming’. The art of day dreaming is often forgotten or down played when we discuss the craft or practice of writing. As if day dreaming is something a child would do and that any time employed in it…

A Shot In The Arm

Over the last year I have been writing a lot of short stories that have to do with climate change, I have had some successes. Stories have appeared in the UK and abroad, and the stories have aided me to build a world that is making me decidedly grumpy and pissed off with people who…

The Stories of Meymod

I am not mad or beyond help, I have been walking the land of Meymod. A place a child remembers where pots broke and released birds, and their song filled the air. Something terrible has happened, people have done something, the land is being stripped to bedrock, and there are monsters that no one wants…