I have mentioned before that my mind is a strange and wondrous land, particularly when I’m dreaming. I wake up singing or trying to fathom why I am not on Jupiter. Occasionally, I wake myself up by speaking out loud. One particular day, I woke up saying “The Day The Mice Came.” This isn’t the…
Author: Trish
Picture Perfect – Almost One Year Later…
In a roundabout way, this post is a thank you note to Alex Woodroe, writer, editor, collector and preserver of Romanian folklore and horror. On 1 October 2021, I awoke to news that I had sold my first story. Cinnabar Moth had accepted A Door Into Summer for publication in their Literary Collections e-zine (the…
Writer’s Limbo
There is a liminal space between writing and written; between written and published. You are writing – forming words into worlds, thoughts into fables, daydreams and nightmares into real places and times and people. Once you finish, you have written, and the fledgling idea is now fully formed – except it isn’t. A second, third, eighteenth…
Story Post: A Door Into Summer
I am a walker. It clears my brain, orders my thoughts, frees me to send my imagination soaring. If that sounds like hyperbole – well perhaps it is, but the truth often is. I do some of my best writing while I’m walking, and always have my phone with me so I can dictate notes…
Story Post: Business as Usual
Business as Usual – published 4 March 2021 on 365 Tomorrows This story was meant to be one in a series of entries in a fantasy business directory, somewhat akin to the old Kelly or Bloomberg directories meant for business to business connections my dad kept in his office. I had written the entire entry…
What am I doing here?
I will periodically post about what I’m writing, how I was inspired to write it, the music I’m listening to, what I’m reading, feeling or the state of professional cycling. One never knows what mood may strike! You are free to comment, just as I am free to delete/remove/never post said comment if I find…