In which the derelict farmhouse that sparked my historical fantasy, ‘Foxfires’, on a wintery walk many years ago suddenly appears online for sale, and I spend the day wishing it was mine, all mine!
Category: Foxfires
Out of the Frying Pan… The Reluctant Rescue of Jack Fairchild
The moon finally peeked from behind the clouds as the dogs trotted on across the dark, windswept moorland, scattering powdery snow with their tails. The pilot (perhaps called ‘Jack’, but he wasn’t entirely sure) limped along, looking up every so often and cursing the white disc above him. His memory had deserted him, he was frozen to the core, rigid with pain, and beholden to the silent, dour giant of a man beside him. The crash would never have happened on a clear night. He would have made it to wherever the hell he was meant to be…
Welcome to the Family, Foxfires!
FOXFIRES – what’s it all about?
It was a relief to finally type ‘The End’ on my fourth book and I think the characters felt it too. We’ve been working together on and off for twelve years now in extremely adverse conditions, and they’ve been very patient with me…
Foxfires Wins A Prize!
Writing can be a very lonely thing to do sometimes, filled with a lot of self-doubt. You can write something one day and think you created something special, and then look at it the next day and cringe inside. So it’s wonderful when somebody reaches out and recognises what you’re trying to achieve…
Building up a History for ‘Foxfires’
When I’m writing a larger piece of work, one of the fun parts is the conjuring of odd snippets to add to the history or background of the story. Sometimes these snippets end up in the book and sometimes they initiate a complete change of direction…
