He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.
Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.
‘What a pretty night,’ she said.
She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight [...]
06
Jan
2005
1-4:Cake and Eat It…
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.
Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.
‘What a pretty night,’ she said.
She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight breeze in the air, flowing from the river and up the banks. There was something amiss, though. Something not quite right, something missing...
‘Where are you?’ yelled a familiar voice. There was real anger there. ‘You fucking bitch!’
31
Jul
2009
2-5:Loss (first draft)
She woke with a killer headache — then began to sob uncontrollably. The loss… it shook her to the core of her being.
The background noise, windscreen wipers across wet glass, the swoosh of tyres through puddles and the sound of rain hammering down on the metalwork of the car, they all meant nothing, didn’t even [...]
31
Jul
2009
2-6:Weapons of war (first draft)
She woke with a killer headache, instinctively feeling between her legs, and found she had to shift quite a bit of fabric out of the way before reaching her destination.
Daisy Penfolde opened her eyes and stared at the stars, then breathed in air which had no odour, no particular temperature… which she realised had been [...]
01
Aug
2009
2-7: Fear is the best reason to try (first draft)
Daisy stood, tense, gun forwards and with the safety-catch off. Just a squeeze and there would be a bloody hole in Caroline’s chest.
‘Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just shoot you where you stand,’ she hissed.
‘I can’t think of one,’ replied Miss Rook with barely a movement.
‘I want to know what happened to Eva.’
Miss [...]
02
Aug
2009
2-8:The Jag (first draft)
Prelude
Four hours earlier…
‘This had better be good,’ said The Colonel sitting down. The room was small, big enough for perhaps three or four people at a push; a meeting room that had been converted from what appeared to be a cupboard.
‘New information, sir,’ replied the corporal.
‘How can it be new if we’ve had it for [...]
There are a few ways to describe one's self when effectively trying to mask the fact that you're a complete hermit and spend your entire existence behind a computer screen sipping hot tea and eating cakes. The first would be to suggest that you're somewhat introverted and avoid coffee. Another might be to suggest you're a fan of Apple Macs but are cutting-down from the 6 you used to have to an even two (Macbook and Mac Mini in turn). Finally you might choose to say that despite the massive pay-drop, this writing thing is quite a lark isn't it? Not to mention enjoying the creative life a lot more than mindless tedium in corporate jobs, working the 40 hour week to the drumming of endless meetings and political intrigue that would have made Machiavelli blush and hand his pen over to the corporate slugs that run companies these days. Enough said really.
