Respecting The Reader
How autism taught me that books should open doors, not give you a rulebook.
How autism taught me that books should open doors, not give you a rulebook.
The point of no return. One book, one week to go, and the moment where a singular story begins to expand.
I walked into the room to read my book out loud. Instead, I had to learn how to let it breathe.
On gentle queer stories, strange coincidences, and a launch I’m very excited about.
Four weeks to go, and the growing suspicion that sandwiches would have been easier to make than a novel.
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
This year was heavy in places and generous in others. I’m trying to honour both of those things, and the new ground I’m standing on, as the year turns.
Hope, light, and warmth at the darkest part of the year.
This National Poetry Day, I’m thinking about play, about poetry, and about the small moments that make a city human.
On rocks, gravel, and the friends who keep me standing.
Writing doesn’t need permission. Just a pen, a pocket of time, a rubber duck, and the courage to begin.
Burnout, breakups, and banana bread: how Station Eleven became my 2016 survival guide.
General News
A meditation on limbo, loss, and the strange joy of toasting crumpets at noon.
Queer Life
Because nothing says freedom like letting an AI scan your face before you can look at cat memes on the internet.
What happens when you switch off your phone, get in your car, and drive until you run out of road?
Writing
Tired of machine-made mediocrity? Let’s make room for messy, unpredictable art that actually moves us.
Books That Built Me
Get a cup of tea, a nice slice of toast, and dig in. These stories will keep it all warm.
A suitcase, a laptop, and my life in storage. This summer I'm finding freedom in letting go: of furniture, of plans, and of permanence.
Queer Life
So you uploaded a rainbow version of your logo for pride month? Thanks! But what about some real, tangible allyship too?
Books That Built Me
On discovering a poet whose work I'd be reading for the rest of my life.
Poetry
From a half-joking moment of midair self-doubt, a reminder that mental health and creativity are inseparable.
Fiction
Finally, some news about my next YA fiction novel to share with you all! Although just a tiny tease for now...
Books That Built Me
I was such a genre snob as a kid - until my school librarian finally talked me into reading something different...
I grew up memorising monologues and dreaming of spotlights. These days, I write scripts that haven’t been staged. Yet. Here’s why theatre still holds my heart.