One of my students reminded me recently how thrilling it can be to wait for a new tv episode week by week. Experiencing the story unfolding alongside millions of others. It made me reflect on my own moments of being swept up in stories, and how they’ve really shaped my understanding of different medias, and helped forge my love of storytelling.

I've been following a bit of a news story the last few days - it's the Brooke Baking Scandal, at least, that's what I've come to call it in my head. Now, I'm not on TicTok, so I don't know anything about TicTok chiefs or TicTok Bakers - but I do love Cookbooks and Baking Books. I love collecting them.

Thirty-Six is a bit of a daunting number, I'll be honest. It's closer to forty than I'm overly comfortable being, and that's not to say...

But, I dolled myself up all pretty like, squared my shoulders, and marched through those doors, determined to find my seat!

Television kinda bores me. I've actually been going back and watching Law and Order from the year 2000. That's like a time machine.

Last night I was an observer to a really great sci-fi story. Fully fleshed out characters, settings and plot all rolled into a dream.

Many, many years ago I went to England. It has remained the highlight of my life thus far...

Insektors was years ahead of its time. I adored this show. I still do. I think it is a work of art.

The first story we shall address is The Dreamstone...I think what drew me to it as a child was the simplicity of the story and worldbuilding

I'm not sure if people really believe me when I tell them I've been writing the same story since I was a "little girl." But I have.