"She closes her eyes, and she's no longer there. " [A piece about a ship/vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now].
A triplet of haikus for you this morning.
Have a barely edited, largely overwritten 15 minute prompt piece.
On days like today - when the rain is relentless and all I'd rather do is curl up with a book or sit at the keyboard and write - is when I produce my best work. There's something whimsical about the rain which brings out creativity. Whether anyone else has this motivation from the weather - specifically rain - I don't know. I'm sure I'm not the first and I'm sure I won't be the last. What particularly struck me about today as a rainy day was that I had a revelation.
A look back at the last 12 months.
It's no secret that I love Norse mythology. All European myth and legend is one of my 'specialist subjects', but what really intrigues me is why we keep revisiting these stories time and time again, and how they've survived through the ages.
Warning: I'm about to get super preachy and super righteous about some stuff that means a lot to me. I do try to tell people that it should matter to them, and you, too. Because after all, we all live on the same planet, even if we can't see all of it all the time.
Horror, genre, and all the fun things that go along with it.