Where I wish I could be

The Beach There are places I'd much rather be than in my flat during a pandemic and the only way I can visit them right now is in my imagination. The sand squelched between my toes and a shallow pool of water rose sluggishly over my feet as a small wave drew closer. Eventually it … Continue reading Where I wish I could be

Making Up Stories

As with many people who write fiction, I started out very young. I remember in year four, aged 6 or 7 I was writing incredibly ambitious stories that teachers never gave me enough time to finish; I had never heard of short stories back then and was always trying to write novels in the hour … Continue reading Making Up Stories