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This chapter introduces you to the Four Crosses Hotel, its owner elegant Mrs Maeve Morgen who our protagonist, Laurie Gonne must deliver a letter too. Little does Laurie know, which is unlike them. Ireland makes itself present. As does Sydney Australia, where I lived for a decade. You will get to meet the bellhop, Little…
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This chapter begins in the ex-Royal Navy town of Porthampton, specifically its train station. It is concerned with our protagonist’s souring relationship with his remaining blood relative: the vile Aunt Bernadette. What went wrong with this chapter? It’s a jumble. It’s two chapters maybe three. For some reason I wrote about Laurie’s (our mulit-gendered/sexed protagonist)…
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This chapter was actually the original starting point of the novel. It came originally from a short story. The story was about a sexless and genderless protagonist who had decided to join an interplanetary trip. The trip was one way. No returns. So, our hero, or heroine, decides to visit everybody they’d hurt during their…
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Dr Neil O’Neil’s voice was in my head. Stuck there like a fog stuck fast to a lighthouse. “It’s a shame to miss a day like this with the sunshine burning you dry when you could be drinking with your pals in good bar, so”, he’d tease through the screaming clamours of the prison landings.…
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Writing, fiction, novels, short stories and poetry that never quite made it… and Why A little spoken-about problem with writing fiction (and poetry) is writing too much and editing too little. Cutting often feels like a savage act of filicide. This is what this section of the site is all about: the work that didn’t…
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A novel that never quite made it. It was about love, hope, self-image and memory’s false constructions. The Assumption is a novel I worked on, I struggled with, for three years before I decided not to proceed. I killed it. I killed it because it was growing fat and indigestible. It wouldn’t just stick at…
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New York! New York! Dr Neil O’Neil’s inhuman conclusion about a street robbery He was dressed in a light coloured, linen suit with an open-necked pale blue, cheese-cloth shirt. He was wearing brown sandals. He had a beard and his blue eyes were weeping although he didn’t feel sad. He was a lovely man, everybody…