A few weeks ago, I was asleep, and I presume I was in a deep sleep at about 2am in the morning. Suddenly, I woke up, and I sat up. Charcoal tumbled off me. It had hit me, the plotline of a novel inside a world that I had been sitting on for over a decade.

Visiting Culloden Battlefield became a profound spiritual moment that changed how I see the world. A story of grief, ancestry, and God’s quiet presence.

I don't like ranting online. Let's get that cleared up. But lately, I’ve been seeing something that really bothers me, and as someone who’s been writing fanfiction since the days of dancing to dial-up internet tones, I’ve got a few thoughts.

A heartfelt Tea & Whiskers reflection on living with chronic pain, the difference between despair and depression, and how Pilgrim’s Progress and Acts 16 remind us that God’s promises are the key out of Doubting Castle.

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.

This may seem like something very small, and not at all worthy of commenting on, but often I think progress is the accumulation of tiny, little triumphs and not so much the great, magnificent trophy.

It’s true. I’m on a hilarious quest to find you. It’s hilarious, because, it’s a topic of much amusement and laughter, and you know what, that’s okay. It is actually pretty funny that I haven’t found you amongst all the fish in this ocean that apparently exist out there....

I have just returned from seeing How to Tame Your Dragon – the live action remake, and I thought I’d take a moment to share with you some of my thoughts. So, here is some facts first off—

I don't know if other people with Fibromyalgia experience this particular frustration, but I thought I'd talk about it, as it's something I've noticed over the years: The frequency in which I change clothes - in a single day.

I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in 2009. I was 19. I had dreams, hopes - honestly, I still have them, much hasn't really changed in the past 16 years in regards to my dreams of having a family of my own, but, I have grown stronger, and come to accept and love myself and that journey I would not change. Chronic pain can be crippling....

I thought I might share with you some of the work I've been doing on the front cover for my new novel. I was playing about and figured out how I could really easily screen record my art sessions...

Around this time, every year, I write an email to myself and schedule it to arrive sometime in April, usually after my birthday.

These past couple of days I've really had to knuckle down and push past a fear barrier of mine. The new gym I've been attending has been a bit busier over the school holidays/Easter break, and I don't deal well with - er - people.

I thought I’d very quickly write down my thoughts on Moonrise. I recommend it. Good science fiction is hard to come by these days, and when I say good science fiction, I’m probably talking about science fiction that evokes within me a feeling of nostalgia—

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...

I received another rejection from a publisher today.

David drove his small dagger beneath the cuirass of the Palace guard, watching as the man slowly stopped struggling against the hold of...

When I was a little girl there was a prayer I prayed – over and over in my journals. I prayed that God would teach me to live a life learnin

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.