short story – perfect things

him There’s water in my lungs, but drowning isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My eyes focus on the ribbon on my wrist; white with yellow flowers, a heart-shaped coffee stain, frayed edges. I wish I wasn’t dying. I wish I had been a stronger swimmer. I wish I had smiled back [...]

Sneak Peak – Ghost Girl

I'm working on a super awesome novel just now so short stories have taken a back seat (although they are always there for me when I want to procrastinate from the writing I'm supposed to be doing). This story, tentatively titled Ghost-Girl, may turn into a novella rather than a 'short' story. But I figured [...]

identity

I want to bring up something that I'm sure a lot of creative people struggle with, especially when they're just starting out. Maybe you're a writer, or an actor, an artist, a musician. You know your passion and you work hard at it. But you still have rent and bills and food and clothes to [...]

WoMentoring

Last year I was so, so lucky to be mentored by the wonderful Kirsty Logan through the WoMentoring project. It was such a special experience and it just so happens that Kirsty is now looking for new mentees! WoMentoring is all about exceptional women supporting exceptional women. Where successful literary women help out women with [...]

music : Chocolate Digestives (and le Berceuse de Champignons)

Here's something a little different today! Recently I've gotten back into music composition, something I find both amazingly fun and crazy difficult! The last time I finished any composition that I was happy with was a very, very long time ago. Maybe 2009, 2010? Yep! My method of composing is a lot like my method [...]

short-story : red, white and silver

There were still stitches on her chest, black thorns twisting over her heart. She ran a finger over the crude threads as she looked at the thin, snowy dress waiting for her and hoped that the stitches wouldn’t show beneath it. Bring me her heart, her stepmother had said. And so they had. Whatever beat [...]

short-story : refrain

Dust, like a constellation of stars, drifted through the sunlit room. It covered the books and photographs, the forgotten ornaments on the windowsill. A soft, silver coat fell on everything but the polished walnut piano against the wall, shining under the sun’s spotlight. The door creaked as she entered, snow-haired and slippered-feet, and sat down [...]