I just read back the last book chapter I wrote (Warmth). It could do with an edit at the start to better aim its focus, but I’m very happy with the journey it ends up taking you on. I liked what Granny said about how my words don’t tell you to think something in particular; I…

Today I shared an excerpt of my writing with people from work, over Slack, after mentioning that I’ve been writing in our morning video call. It’s from Carrington Rd., and I made some edits to it before posting — just minor bits that I’d picked up on but forgot to address. There was one bit,…

I’ve just finished writing Carrington Rd., right now it’s nearly 2,000 words, one of the longest pieces I’ve ever written. It’s taken me 3 days, and I’m really happy with how it’s turned out. Haven’t proof-read the latest version yet, but man, the threads that weave within it are some of my best work so…

I’m fighting this feeling that keeps coming back up. Every so often I get a merged insight into things, a combination of old hatred and current disgust. I think it’s good to have some motivating force, but anger makes me cloudy. It overrides everything else, makes me just want to shout and rant and be…

A few days ago I received an email from a service I use, informing me that someone had logged into my account, changed the password, then the email address, attempting to permanently block my access and steal it from me.

I’ve updated the colors of this site, from a bright red to a chill purple. And it’s weird, I feel so much more at home here now. The color reminds me of the walls of my old bedroom, me and BJ painted them together. I saw it a photo that my brother posted in 2008,…

I’ve transferred over everything I could find into a new archive, from most of my old journals and a handful of PC-saved notes. I’ve excluded the tens of thousands of words from my old daily journals, from ~2004-05; they’re unrecoverable now, but even if I still had them, the depressed teenage contrarian vibe is barely…

I’m certain now that writing fragments is the best approach. I’ve written two fragments, I’m calling them chapters. They’re not finalised, but that’s what makes sense to call them. I’m not good with long pieces. Penny’s Gifts was one of the hardest pieces to write, not because of the content, but because I had so…

It feels weird writing this. Just last week, I was completely wrapped up in the potential direction my words could take; now that momentum has gone from me. Which is expected, it happens all the time! But I still have the words floating around in my head, waiting to get out. But now, coming to…