Love to hate: evil lead characters

A great many popular lead characters in books are actually people with which you would never choose to engage in real life. The vampire Lestat was portrayed to some extent as a manipulator and a fiend, Ripley was detached and goal-oriented, there was no possible way that these people could actively take a part in... Continue Reading →

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Writing with historical accuracy: Dialogue.

I am currently writing a book based in Edwardian London. The characters come from various social backgrounds and the need for accuracy is eating away at my fingers as I write. This weekend just past, I attended the MCM Comic Con at London's Excel Centre and was lucky enough to have a brief chat with... Continue Reading →

Regarding Jim.

This morning I awoke to the news that the crime author, James Thompson, had passed away over the weekend. I had heard of Jim through my writing group here in Helsinki. He had moved here years ago from the US and carved out a successful career writing dark, gritty novels based around the career of... Continue Reading →

Mind melt

Earlier this year, I was lucky enough to lose my job. I experienced many thoughts and emotions as ┬áreult of this but one of the outstanding ones was "woo-hoo, I can now concentrate on my writing". This was, predictably, not to be. Although I managed to get some short stories written and a number of... Continue Reading →

Trillers (Part 2)

Josiah Neuwirth looked out over his land. It had been another good day and the harvest this year would be sure to see his family through the winter. The previous year had seen tremendous snowfall, Josiah and his wife May had lost the youngest of their four children to hunger and prayed that God would... Continue Reading →

Trillers (Part 1)

By the mid-22nd century, time travel had become a mundane and everyday reality. When the phenomenon had first been introduced to the mass consciousness due to a theft of documents by a government employee, massive steps had been proposed to limit the possibly detrimental effects of what would likely become a hugely popular social pastime.... Continue Reading →

Stone’s Flow

A short story I wrote this morning: Out from the mists that surrounded Stone's Flow rode eight horsemen. At their head was a recruiting sergeant. He called for all men of age to step forwards and to fight for the South. John Blenny was 17 and, with his mother, Hannah, gripping at his arm, he... Continue Reading →

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