LondonUnited Kingdom EC2V 7EH
March 17, 2013
Current unfinished projects: Second draft of a Nanowrimo novel A series of short stories, based on lines from a poem A series of essays I intend to publish as a blog but only after attaining critical mass of say 30 or 40 (so it doesn't become an orphaned unnoticed cry along with all the others like those people drowning at the end of Titanic)
Pretending to trip as she walked across the car park, Karen rested her hand on the bonnet of the red Volkswagen. The signal did not go unnoticed. Frederick now knew which lock to pick, and which door to open just wide enough for him to tip something out of his rucksack. That something would slither down under the driver's seat and get comfortable until it was awoken. Karen walked on, knowing she had done all she needed to, guilt and cruel satisfaction vying with each other to create a frisson of evil. Next, she would buy some chocolate.
I keep a diary, have "done" a nanowrimo, published a few articles and stories, but the secret history of my life is one of self-recrimination for not writing eough.