Today, you will hide in darkness. Sweaty sheets will make your nose twitch, biscuit crumbs on your back will make you toss and turn and the sound of next door’s dishwasher will sit in that darkness with you. You will not escape your prison by tunnelling, little rabbit, but it is okay to remain in … Continue reading Inktober 05/10/19: Build
Make yourself a cup of tea, buddos. This is going to be a long one. My last post examined the "not your story" issue from the position of having white privilege. Now I’m going to look at it from the position of someone who is marginalised. This isn’t going to be about male SFF writers … Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant’s story, and why it doesn’t belong to the author who wrote it.
Cw: mental health shiz. This is going to be depressing. Comes with the subject matter I'm afraid. The How I Met My Psychiatrist genre of anecdotes isn't the most chirpy of all dinner party stories. I am what I might call an intermittently crazy person. You, on the other hand, should not call me this. … Continue reading A gift for a man I shouldn’t know