Drawn to the light, as all ghosts are, he would stand for hours in a thin finger of sunshine, letting it pierce his heart like a spear of burning gold, shuffling sideways an inch at a time as the earth turned; until the clouds gathered or night fell and he froze into a state of patient expectation.
Category: Writing
Waiting for the angel
So here I am, sitting at the computer with no very clear idea of what to do next. Maybe if I just keep typing, God will send down an angel...
Spare parts
Rewriting is like emergency surgery: you lay the mangled body out and prod it, limb by limb, trying to decide what can be salvaged and what needs to be amputated...
L’esprit de l’escalier
So you’ve been at this party and some wiseacre has made a smart remark at your expense, but it’s not until you’re out the door and halfway down the stairs that you think of the snappy comeback that would’ve floored the bastard… if only you’d thought of it in time.
By any means necessary
I've tried all sorts of approaches to composing a novel; but it invariably ends up in a chaotic mess...
Avast there, ye swabs!
The whole point about the bad guy is that he thinks he's the good guy. For a great villain, go back to Treasure Island and Long John Silver...
Not so fast, Mr Bond!
Fun with apostrophes and super-villains
Lost Hearts
Ever since I was a child, I have been haunted by M.R.James’s tale, Lost Hearts, in which two murdered children return to exact a bloody revenge...
The book in the drawer
My idea of being an author has always been to write a book, rewrite it over and over until it’s perfect… then stick it in a drawer, take it out a couple of years later, rewrite it… and stick it back in the drawer.
The crap first draft
The end of the first draft is just an excuse to make yourself a cup of tea and treat yourself to a biscuit