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The Monster We Were Promised
I tutor a small group of Year Five boys who love boardgames (let’s call them the Gamer Boys)....
Character Building
I’m sure most of us have felt the excitement when we meet a new character. I wonder, do...
Plain Grocery Stores
Right up the road from the Weaverland Auction, there’s an unnamed farm stand, its open front covered with...
Out and About when Autumn Leaves had Fallen
Late November 2025… Mrs Treaclechops and I enjoyed a 5-day break in Pembrokeshire. We know the area fairly...
Twice as Sexy as Madonna
When Richard and Cathie got together in the mid-eighties, they both thought it would last forever. That’s what...
If Plot Were an Artisan
A vast and echoey chamber crisscrossed by delicate strands. PLOT hangs suspended from the high ceiling, quietly murmuring...
My accidental meeting with Brigitte Bardot
So, last night, I noticed that Brigitte Bardot died, aged 91. As she is now dead, it seems...
Guilty displeasure
It’s an odd hobby to have, being a writer. I liken it to something akin to a religious...
Juxtaposition
Themes War and peace, good versus evil, love-hate, rich and poor, kindness and selfishness, wisdom and foolishness…from fairy...
Eyes Closed
Blood on the Clocktower. No, not a cozy mystery but the opening event for a recent boardgame meet...
Write What You Want…
Why do you write what you write? Why do you read what you read? Well, isn’t the reason...
Nationhood Found
I was starting to get used to the idea that Romania was the land of my ancestors. Those...
Christmas on the Equator
I’m often asked, “Do you celebrate Christmas over there in Borneo?” The official answer is “Yes, we do.”...
After 65 Decembers
. In August, he smiled at the memories of 65 Decembers, and put away his razor. . Throughout...
Sunnyside: A Man Without a Country
I had good reason to believe Poland was "my" country; cashiers in Polish grocery stores would speak to...
Hooks
It’s the word I keep encountering again and again when listening to interviews with agents and publishers, especially...
Not an Ode to Howl
I am privileged to belong to the Thursday Ladies of Letters, a writers' group in Kota Kinabalu. It's...
Still Singing Those Songs
I caught a sad news item concerning one of my music icons: Jimmy Cliff, who died at the...
