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 …
