First Steps into Novel Writing

This picture represents my first steps in progressing from writing short stories to tackling longer fiction. I mean, the longest piece I’ve ever written in one story world is 5,000 words. So, to have over 13,000 proper, crafted words, it’s an absolute bloody joy.

Yes, I know many of you reading this will have written multiple books, but this first one is so fucking special to me. To get this far, while navigating ME and receiving treatment for Emotional Intensity Disorder, it’s an enormous fucking breakthrough and deserving of all the swears.

I’m learning that there’s no feeling quite like completing another chapter. By the end of this year, I hope to experience the feels of having a completed book to edit and play with.

In the meantime, though, I have no qualms in giving myself a hearty ‘Whirrooo!’ and ‘Gaun yersel, Hen!’

#selfdiscovery #pompomshaking #naeshame

Time for a little bit of Creepy

Every time I embark on a major story, I must create a small physical presence of it in my writing room just to make sure the story world comes alive for me. E.g. I have a tree stump altar which I created for my witchcraft graphic novel and I’m about to embark on a model island village for another crime novel.

This attractive specimen, however, is ‘Honest’ Jack Cochrane, chief ne’er-do-well and prime suspect of my current historical crime novel. He’ll be covered in cat hair before too long.

Yes, I believe immersion/procrastination is a major, and very enjoyable, part of my writing process. However, I still get the actual work done. #amwriting #amcreating #crimefiction

And, we’re live…

What a whirlwind! Friday night saw the launch of our Dundonald Tales illustrated short story collection at a candlelit Dundonald Castle. Now available in ebook and print editions (plug, plug), Dundonald Tales is guaranteed to tickle your historical fiction needs.

But, what an event it was. With over 50 people climbing the castle hill in suitably gothic weather, our first print run more or less sold out on the night. For a working-class village lass with health issues, I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect launch. This is how the night went down…

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