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 Year of Writing: Days 351-360

We’re on the final homestretch, you can see it unfold day by day at my Facebook page. Day 351 of #ayearofwriting and my scribbling over the last few days has started to hone down to a single idea. There is something about the outsider that appeals to me. I consider myself to be an outsider, looking in,…

A Year of Writing: Days 271-280

Day 271 of #ayearofwriting and this is still my world. So much miasma. So little words. Day 272 of #ayearofwriting and I scribble and dribble. Day 273 of #ayearofwriting and my last week has revolved around a bed and a bathroom. Today, I felt I had the energy to pick up a book. Decided to revisit something that caught my imagination…

Living With Saul for Nearly 100 days

The good thing about keeping a record of what I have done at each writing session is to realise how some stories come easier than others. Where Late the Cicada Sings, which to some extent I wrote in memory of the late Kate Wilhelm, has taken a long time. Katie corresponded with me on and off for…

A Year of Writing: Days 141-150

Day 141 of #ayearofwriting an I am under 10,000 words and have the Bridport firmly in my sight. I am cutting and stripping away everything that brings nothing to the story. The myth like quality of Saul’s past is therefore magnified in this process and Alphin and Alder stomp through his dreams. Day 142 of #ayearofwriting and the work…