The Books That Made Me Write – Part 1: C.S. Lewis and the Magic of Narnia
Before I created Space Ranger Fred or a princess who teaches a chicken to fly, there was one author who…
Before I created Space Ranger Fred or a princess who teaches a chicken to fly, there was one author who…
I paid for extra legroom and it was worth every penny. I ordered a cup of tea, served in a…
This morning, as took a walk through the quiet fields near home, a plane passed overhead. A common enough sight…
Over the weekend, I asked ChatGPT to help me with something a little different. It wasn’t a plot twist, character…
There’s something undeniably poetic about paths. Some are well-trodden, clearly marked, paved with purpose. Others are faint, barely visible tracks…
Fridays are funny things. By the time we get to them, we’re often running on fumes, counting down to the…
I found myself at a crossroads the other morning – quite literally. The sun was barely up, dew still clinging…
This morning, I stood by a fence in the quiet of a sunlit field. It was early. The air still…
The sky was heavy this morning. As I stepped out into the open field behind the house, the first thing…
When I sit down to write a new book, I don’t start with a lesson or anything STEM, a message,…