Old Litkinov owned the bookshop down the road and, back when I was a poor student, I would sometimes sell him books that I had stolen from delivery trucks, supermarkets and the bedrooms of people who’d verbally undermined me. Ever perceptive, Litkinov surely knew what was going on and
I wrote this extremely silly episodic slice of what people much cooler and more digital than me now call "flash fiction", themed around some old photos I found in a trunk at my mum and dad's house, a couple of years ago, but I thought it
Subscribe now Packing up in spring for our house move, I found this: it was my mum's first attempt at capturing my cat The Bear (RIP) via a quick chalk sketch. 2012, perhaps? So simple, but so great, and it proved to be the catalyst for what has
A nihilistic sheep, who, like so many other sheep, just wants to watch the world burn, staring at me insouciantly, moments after it has set fire to a large portion of the United Kingdom. A flock of sheep who had been trying to sneak up on me while I was
Villager is where I'd advise you to start if you wanted to read one of my novels. It's also the one people most frequently tell me they reread. It's set on a fictional moor which just happens to be in the exact place Dartmoor
It's now exactly one week until the publication of the paperback of Everything Will Swallow You, and I bring good news: not only will Blackwell's UK send to you with free international delivery; next week, as a thank you to all of you who are placing
Subscribe now It is low tide as you stroll along the creek, wild geese burst into tears overhead and ancient bone dice litter the foreshore. You feel good, although your arms ache and you regret your decision to bring the large painting you purchased earlier in the day from a
June is turning out to be a busier month than anticipated: a few things clicked into place, I fended off my recent spate of creative block, stopped staring self-defeatingly at my fig tree like a bearded 21st-Century Esther Greenwood and really got motoring on novel number four. I&
If I was more adept at this whole self promotion business I no doubt would have announced this a lot earlier but after a lengthy break from the event circuit, I'm doing a couple of talks this month: 16th June at Heron Books in Bristol (tickets available here)
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Writer's block is when a dazzling array of options become tyrannical, team up with an unwillingness to fail, mug you in a dark alley and stick a bag over your head.
This gentleman on my finger is a Pale Tussock Moth: probably one the most demanding and priggish of the high-performance moths you will currently find on the market... This is a Small Magpie. As you can see, it is, to all outward appearances, not currently in a relationship, so