Although I had an anxiety attack at Cross Roads, I dismissed it as a one-off – a result of a stressful week. Then a week last Saturday, it happened again. I’d signed up to join Bolton Pride with my choir, but couldn’t find parking with the road closures in place….
Two weeks before Cross Roads, my anxiety was hitting hard. I’d not attended a convention since 2020 and Cliff Simon’s untimely death. So, when Todd did his usual coffee chat, I got into the questions and basically pleaded for reassurance. “We’ll look after each other,” he said. It’s an easy…
Us writers are neurotic beans. My house is never cleaner than when I’m trying to write. It’s useful procrastination but it’s still procrastination. See, I don’t really plan my books. I get a general idea, a few scenes and a couple of characters, then charge into writing like the Men…
Anyone whose spend more than a couple of minutes in my presence knows that I’m a Doctor Who fan. A Whovian. I’ve watched the show as long as I can remember, with Logopolis carved into my psyche. I survived the Hiatus, as we call the 16 year gap between Survival…
