Writing


The Attic

Someone, I think it was Stephen King, once said their muse was a basement guy. Mine’s different, as it should be, preferring the high, quiet, places. The idea lodged in my head years ago, proving a handy analogue for when, for whatever reason, I have *had* to close or *had* […]

Sunset in Cornwall

FantasyCon (By The Sea)

I will be attending FantasyCon By The Sea, in Scarborough, from Friday, 23rd September until Sunday, 25th September. I’ll be reading on Sunday 25th, at 10am (along with Bill Webb) in the cocktail bar of the Grand Hotel – I haven’t decided what to read yet but it’s likely to […]


Never-day Echo

Never-day Echo By Neil Beynon Words hide in the witching hour. Rainbows sleep, Stars gone far away. Footsteps echo on empty streets To locked gates of a never-day. Trains roar against the dawn As the jukebox plays 3AM. The glass is full of yellow-brick road. The bone moon hides its […]


Defiance

Today I submitted a short story. It probably won’t get accepted, these things generally don’t first time, but that wasn’t really the point. As 2013 draws to a close, it was one of the ways I have of flipping this awful, dreadful, f***ing furnace of a year the bird. Unable […]


Scrapbook: Burton

I’m putting this here so I can find it again and as a reminder. I have always been a Burton fan from the moment I understood that the voice of the narrator on Jeff Wayne’s brilliant musical version of War of the Worlds was his. Listening to Bragg’s revealing Radio […]