Notes on A Twisted Faire

Notes on A Twisted Faire

A Twisted Faire was born of boredom. Sort of. I had an idea for a wickedly evil faire that wound its way about people who were unsuspecting. The story itself was started during the famous NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2016 but it never seemed to find its...

Creating art

You could argue that these days we’re not in our darkest eras. Arguably, historically, we could say that things have been worse. You could also argue that at this point, to have not learned from our past bias and mistakes, that maybe it is a dark timeline. I...

A Twisted Faire

Chapter One: AdaTown Centre, City of London, 1882It started first with a call. It was the sort of tickle that brushed against the nape of the neck and travelled down to the small of the back. It settled in the stomach and turned it in knots. It spread to the blood and...

I can’t tonight

There is nothing I can articulate well enough to form a good blog post. I released a book today but the flavour is gone for me. Watching my Black and POC friends deal with a world that they have to fight for acceptance in has me reeling and I can’t imagine how...

What to say

I’m not sure what to say on tonight’s blog. Only that everything at the moment feels heavy. It feels heavy to watch the crisis in the United States reach a zenith. It feels heavy to hear the racism in my own country being denied. I rarely post anything...