Kestral Gaian - Word From The Bird

A black silhouette of a man wearing victorian clothing, carrying a cane and a top hat, sits on creme coloured paper.

Passing Thoughts

The Morbs

Passing thoughts on lost language, found language, and communicating across borders, cultures, and time.

There are some clocks, melting. There's a creaure. Melting. With a clock on it. Honestly this one's a bit hard to describe.

Notes From The Margins

It's About Time

Thoughts on the absurdity of daylight savings, the redundancy of timezones, and whether it's time to burn the clocks.

Boris Johnson stands at a podium looking like an absolute wanker.

The Longest Two Weeks in History

Thoughts on remembering a day that it seems we'd all rather forget.

A pencil sketch on yellow paper depicting a man stood in a labratory containing a globe, various beakers, a telescope, writing desk, and various other apparatus.

Notes From The Margins

There Are Two Wolves Inside Me

…and both wolves are hungry for a new renaissance. A few random thoughts on writing, hacking, and curiosity.

Kestral Gaian and Tobie Donovan stand against a rainbow background.

Fiction

Well then. That happened.

What an incredible launch event for The Boy From Elsewhere. Pinch me, please. Wait no don... ouch!

The Boy is Back In Town

Well, here we are. Today, The Boy From Elsewhere is officially out in the world, and I’m sitting with that familiar, slightly surreal mix of feelings: nerves, excitement, gratitude, and the strong urge to make twelve cups of tea and stare out of a window for a bit. I

A welcome mat with a rainbow on it sits atop a wooden floor.

Writing

Respecting The Reader

How autism taught me that books should open doors, not give you a rulebook.

Fiction

The Big Bang is Coming

The point of no return. One book, one week to go, and the moment where a singular story begins to expand.

A blond-haired non-binary person sits in front of a microphone, wearing headphones. There are red lights in the background.

Fiction

Out Loud

I walked into the room to read my book out loud. Instead, I had to learn how to let it breathe.

A photograph of The British Library, a 1960s red brick building, with the gothic St Pancras building in the background.

Writing

This Is Happening

On gentle queer stories, strange coincidences, and a launch I’m very excited about.

The words 'four weeks to go' are written in sand on a beach.

I'm Getting Hungry

Four weeks to go, and the growing suspicion that sandwiches would have been easier to make than a novel.

A gold emblem containing the letters R and Q sits atop a background of purple smoke and gold embers.

Notes From Elsewhere

Five weeks from now, The Boy From Elsewhere will take its first steps into the big wide world. Which is exciting. And strange. And currently being processed over several cups of tea, like all major life events. This book didn’t begin as a book. It actually started as a