There was an extent to which being a body implied violence; like if you were going to keep on being a body this was something you’d have to be comfortable with. But then I never was, and still think I am not really, and so now I mostly forget I am a body at all.
Category Archives: Writing
One year on: Some thoughts on being part of Stim: An Autistic Anthology
It’s been just over a year since Stim: An Autistic Anthology was published by Unbound Press, so I thought I’d talk a bit about my story in it about selkies and having a terrible time at university.
The world in the self and the self in the world: Thoughts on The Midnight Library
Some quick thoughts about Matt Haig’s “The Midnight Library” and why my own depressed brain ended up finding it a bit unsatisfying.
The reality of coronavirus: Writing fiction in 2021
Some thoughts on trying to write a reality that includes a global pandemic in the fictional worlds we create.
Review: Strangers, by Rebecca Tamás
When I was a teenager I got deeply obsessed with the fact that minds and the people that have them might not be the same thing.
Elabon
A chapter from a novel I wrote ages ago about swimming through space and the strange planets you come to as you do.
Complaint
A complaint I wrote to the Scottish Mental Health Arts and Film Festival’s Writing Awards that won second place in the awards themselves.
The Absence
It’s scary to think that aliens know the things we would never realise. But perhaps it’s even scarier when things are the other way round.
Zoology
In the future and in a zoo, the last member of our species is the smartest animal alive. But they find that means nothing at all, in a world that doesn’t think of them as human.
Robert Shepherd: Writer 