autobiographical fiction Back To The Archives Sad though I am to bid farewell to my oldest creation, every story needs to end - and Pois’s adventures are far from over.
autobiographical fiction Properly Un-Thinking I roll my eyes at the judgemental alien who’s perched on the shelf above my bed - to the mild annoyance of my cats, that being part of THEIR walkway.
autobiographical fiction A Death Of Imagination At some point I might get used to having what is effectively an imaginary friend tangibly present, and in fact lolling at the foot of my bed. But not yet.
autobiographical fiction The Latest In A Long Line Of Eclectic Community Service Sentences I’m TRYING to sleep, when… “Hi, my name is Pois and I’ll be your muse this evening-”
autobiographical fiction My Longest-Lived Creation I reminisce with a character who’s been with me longer than I’ve truly been me.
