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…

Frightened to Start a Novel

I have slipped into the happy rut of short story writing. Well, it’s not always happy, maybe joyous, exhilarating, arse grinding mayhem. I think that sums up short story writing and poetry too. I have retreated somewhat from the latter, not because I don’t have poetry to write, I am just not in the frame…

When The Spirit is Willing…

…But the body isn’t. There comes a time in writing when you know that you have worn yourself down, when you start to think, ‘Maybe if I came up with a mashup I’d get a publishing deal’. Everyone has those days, when you fuse Batman with Rincewind from Discworld, and laugh because they’d be called…

The Ghost of Fascism

There is the argument that we shouldn’t talk about right wing politics, but scum always rises and there are always awful things hidden under rocks. The danger with forcing fascism out is the danger of forcing it underground onto another layer of the web, hidden deep, running malevolent, waiting to rise. We saw that in…

Getting Back To Writing

As a writer you have to get a balance between writing, reading and research. When I committed last year to #ayearofwriting this meant that I sometimes spent much of my time reading and writing (yes, you can class reading as research) but sometimes this meant that I was often left in the air unable to…

Being Ruthless

You can follow me here each Wednesday through the #clifimadness project which chronicles my research into climate change and how addressing it in fiction, the novel form, may be the answer to reaching a wider audience. I will chronicle my everyday ramblings on twitter and Facebook, please sign up for info there. There are moments…