with apologies to Tracer Bullet

I’m going to do an alphabet. Just every so often, when I have nothing more urgent to talk about. Sorry about no posts last week – I had an essay due Thursday, so Wednesday I couldn’t spare the time, and then Saturday I was just a little tiny bit hung over. A lesson once again […]

I didn’t like Scrivener the first time I encountered it. It felt like it over-complicated things; I had a notebook, I had a word processor, I had text files for all my novel notes. What more could I want? Of course, that was years ago, and I don’t think it had a tutorial back then. […]

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Issues #1-6 The door opens and I’m met by a South-American woman with her dark hair swept back into a bun. She stares at me as I introduce myself and hand her my card. She examines it, stares at me again, then nods and stands aside. “Mrs Trollieti is in the parlour. She is having […]

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Read from the first issue HERE ~~~   I wake face-down on a white sheet. Glad I made it to bed at all, and that’s all I care about this time of the morning. I’m too old to fall asleep on the sofa or the floor and wake up without an ache somewhere. No avoiding […]

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I walk as quickly as a woman in heels can along the sidewalk and throw up a hand to hail a cab. I’d watched his eyes from the corner of mine as I left. He watched me go. He watched me go with a surly expression, and a hunter’s eyes. I open the back door […]

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Writers don’t, as a rule, need to do any English papers at university or anything like that. Some didn’t even go to university at all. It’s far from a requirement, and there’s always the chance you could hobble yourself in the academic echo-chamber.   But I’m old now – 30 in just eleven days, oh […]

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Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3   ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~   I love this bar. The man behind the counter is almost a friend. The type of friend who knows I wouldn’t harm someone who pours a cocktail as well as he does, but washes the glasses carefully anyway. […]

I was watching a detective show last night, ticking off in my mind all the lovely little clichés that make up the classic gumshoe. Every new item had me cackling with glee: the dame, the drinking problem, the requisite beating for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. It had me thinking about this creature, […]

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Issue #1 Issue #2   ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~   I don’t get out much during the day. I sleep late. No one calls private investigators before lunch anyway. I put up my collar as I step out into the afternoon sun. Pull the brim of my hat down over […]

So I was feeling all ill and gross yesterday and didn’t post anything, breaking my 16-day streak. Bummer. But never mind. These things happen. Frankly 16 days in a row is better than I thought I’d do.   I haven’t written much of anything apart from blog posts, because I am a terrible human being, […]