Month: January 2020

  • Wolf at the Door

      I’m having a rant. Want to know why? Because people are being bullied. Being threatened. Being made to feel unwelcome and unwanted in the #WritingCommunity.   I wish this wasn’t the first time I’ve spoken about how I’ve seen or been guilted in the #WritingCommunity about what I do with my Twitter, Facebook and…

  • Like A Boss

    Hilariously enough this post is not about games, one of my favourite past times.   This is about the miserable blog post I drafted last night about finding the strength within with a good cry and some sobby youtube clips because my last week has been awful. On one day I received three agent rejections…

  • Riding the Ripples

            We talk a lot about writers block and what to do about it. All the different tips and tricks, and outright clownish tom-foolery in order to just sit down and shuffle twenty six letters until we can finally finish the fugly dumpster fire we somehow have to convince people to love…

  • How I F*cked Up

    Rather than respond directly to a series of tweets that were recently hurled at me about why I would need editors, critique partners or beta readers before selling my novel to unassuming readers, I’m going to explain why I do in great detail.   And to do this I have gotten up at 5am to…

  • My Mother Kills Fairytales

      My mother kills fairy tales. She read us Lord of the Rings twice. The Nargun under the Stars, though it gave us nightmares. She dredged up British classic and found swamp ridden Australian delights to amaze and frighten us. Day of the Triffords, Watership Down, The Dark is Rising, The Hobbit, and forever our…

  • Roaring into 2020

    2020 is full of KICK ASS goals because in 2019 I got far more done than I thought possible. It’s the past examples of what you did that makes you A-freaking-mazing and I’m full of confidence for 2020. We’ve been badgered by smoke all our holiday, and the last 72 hours have been harrowing from…