Fucked up fairy tales

I love fairy tales. They fed my childhood with stories and pictures. I never believed them. I knew they were stories. I didn't want to meet a prince (like I've previously said, I'd rather have been the prince, finding myself a sweet maiden) and I was never really into the happy ever after. It seemed… Continue reading Fucked up fairy tales

Re-imagining the tales they tell us: “Mumma fetch the axe.”

I've been working on rewriting some old fairy tales. I've written my own versions of The Little Mermaid, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and I'm working on a pretty twisted version of Snow White. This is the latest one I'm re-imagining: Jack and the Beanstalk. I just read this old Ladybird version and came up… Continue reading Re-imagining the tales they tell us: “Mumma fetch the axe.”

How do you link mountain-biking with writing? (Or, Why being part of a group is fucking awesome).

There are four big reasons I love to be out on my mountain bike. The first is being outdoors. Whenever I'm asked if I'm a beach or mountains person, my answer is always I love trees and being in the woods. Add a mountain into that and I'm happy as can be. I love the… Continue reading How do you link mountain-biking with writing? (Or, Why being part of a group is fucking awesome).