Beetle: a short story

A short story for you all (an edit of a piece from a couple of years back). Click below for a PDF or read on for a taster... Beetle by Lizzie Boyle - June 2017 Beetle We called her Beetle, this girl at school, small and round and curious, always fidgeting around looking for things... Continue Reading →

Latest from the desk…

It's been quiet on the blog lately, which can only mean one thing: I've been editing. You'll have seen my previous blogs on editing so I won't dwell on the process again. Suffice to say that I have a slightly mechanistic approach (or perhaps ritualistic) which works really well (for me) compared to the quite... Continue Reading →

The art of memory

Do you remember your first kiss? Of course you do. And you remember the truth about it too. Not the Hollywood-ised version that your fairytale brain would like you to believe, but the awkward reality (do you tilt your head to the left or to the right? Will your teeth clatter together? Will you be... Continue Reading →

Wolves

It's been a busy few months - promoting the books which launched before Christmas and also working through edits to a new novel. I thought I'd share a very short snippet with you here. Our setting: Finland. Grandpa Heikkila used to wrap us in furs and sit with us on the deck of the cottage,... Continue Reading →

Why do books suddenly appear…?

Reading back on this blog, I find that titles of books and anthologies appear - full of promise. They linger - flirting for a while. And then they disappear, like a boyfriend who simply won't return your calls. [Younger readers, insert appropriate social media metaphor.] And then, after a while, in a strange coming together... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on Bloomsday

It's 16 June, aka Bloomsday, aka the day on which James Joyce's Ulysses is set. As much as Joyce's birthday on 2 February, Bloomsday has become a time to reflect on Joyce's work, his life and the fingerprints he has left across Irish, British and French culture. Way back when I was studying English Lit... Continue Reading →

In The Grey

This was something to get me going yesterday evening. I needed atmosphere for another project and was struggling to describe it. Once I had a feeling of a place, some people popped up. See below! Grey mist settles like dust. Thick, like you could put your hand in it and leave a mark, an absence.... Continue Reading →

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