February 5, 2021
How are you doing?
Me, I think I’ve run out of things to say . . . Gone lockdown mute here. Brain fog. Low motivation, low interest . . . in anything, really. Have started and then stalled on at least three books …
find out moreHello!
I write stories . . . and if you’ve found your way here, I guess you must read stories.
Writing is always a challenge – and I think reading is too. It is an act of creation, to be a reader. And your creation is utterly original. A story invites us both to take a journey.
So come on, let’s go . . .
February 5, 2021
Me, I think I’ve run out of things to say . . . Gone lockdown mute here. Brain fog. Low motivation, low interest . . . in anything, really. Have started and then stalled on at least three books …
find out moreSeptember 16, 2020
How are you doing?! Sometime back in March, my creative brain went into lockdown along with the rest of the world. I parked 50k words of a novel I just couldn’t face writing anymore, and took up garde …
find out moreSixty years after a virus has wiped out almost all the men on the planet, the female population has grieved, pulled together and moved on, and life really is pretty good - if you’re a girl. It’s not so great if you’re a boy, but fourteen-year-old River wouldn’t know that. Until she met Mason, she thought they were basically extinct.
.27 is a number Ruby hates. It’s a number that marks the percentage of the population that has survived. It’s a number that means she’s one of the “lucky” few still standing. And it’s a number that says her father is probably dead. Against all odds, Ru… Read more »
DEADLY TO THE LAST DROP . Ninety-seven percent of the population is dead. And the killer rain keeps falling. Ruby’s not sure she can make it on her own much longer. So when a chance encounter leads her to a camp with the last boy she may ever kiss (it’… Read more »