The Novel as Blog; an Online Experiment. What happens to an historic house when it remains in private hands rather than in those of the National Trust? That was the starting point for my story. The people gravitating round it, each one jostling for the best position from which to get possession of it in the end. Monday, 31 December 2007. Just to see how they get along.

The Dream of the Dark Child. When he awoke, it took a while for him to adjust to his surroundings. It could not be called black, it could not really be called anything. It was not absence of light, it was absence of even the absence of light. It was a dark greyness beyond even the nothingness of black.

Stories for those with a short attention span. Thursday, January 24, 2008. I watched a smile grow from your lying mouth and spread across your lying face. He was too busy with your breasts - hoping that if you leaned forward a little more he would glimpse more than the soft cleavage that was already on offer. His eyes glued to the young flesh that had been denied him for so long. Did you know he loved me? Tuesday, January 22, 2008.

Is often a lot of hot air. In my mind I soar like an eagle, but my friends say I waddle like a duck. No Mans Land, Disputed Ground. Flights of Fancy on the Winds of Whimsy. Pale Light, Dark Shadows. Up against the wall, Redneck Mother. Veni, Vidi, Circunambulati. Porn and Politicians and Paranoia too. In praise of older stories. Pale light, dark shadows. Tell it like it is.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009. If you should give a man a match,. You warm him for perhaps a day;. But give that man a stake. And give him that same match,. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Wednesday, July 09, 2008. Wednesday, July 09, 2008. Monday, June 16, 2008. Have A Nice Day, Poldy. Monday, June 16, 2008. Subject escorted to Interrogation Unit. By standard Intake Unit escort squad,.