Remember Loretta?

Loretta bit her lip and took a deep breath before she peered into the keyhole and slid the pick into the narrow opening. “You will open for me,” she murmured. “I DREAM OF JEANNIE meets THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA.” — feedback from the Launchpad judging panel. To everyone who supported my book when it made…

The art of conversation with almost-strangers

Generally speaking, storytellers do well at dinner parties. Like, sometimes I hear myself talking to someone I barely know, and I think, “Seriously Jo, you should shut up and tell normal stories.” But I love telling stories, and I love hearing them. And I have a guilty pleasure in matching the best stories from my…

And I drank my fill

Hey world, it’s Tuesday. Already! Sometimes I feel like the world inside me is sleeping, that my imagination has fallen into an enchanted slumber of Briar Rose proportions, while the me in this real, physical world is lost and oppressed, when life gets hard in one area, there’s always a knock on effect where creativity…

Daddy Long Legs and a pang of fear

Yay new chapter! (If you are just joining you may want to start here) Daddy Long Legs and a pang of fear. J R Manawa. Their first dance came to a close. Or possibly it was second, third or fourth. Nadine wasn’t so sure, but what she was sure of was the fact that she…

“Excuse me, Miss Morrison?”

It’s Christmas Eve!!! Eeeek. Does this mean Nadine will be on her way to Paris to attend a Vampire Coven Summit? An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. “Excuse me, Miss Morrison?” … Before Nadine knew it, it was Friday afternoon. She’d finished work for the year and was more than pleased that she had…

“The perfect guy?”

So, has Nadine met the perfect guy? I’ll let you decide…. An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. “The perfect guy?” … Nadine had lied about meeting a friend. The small, internal voice of fear had kicked in, combined with a desperate need to end the awkward conversation. Once she had rounded the corner and…

You can’t handle your lingering human emotions

Chapter 8, in which the plot thickens….. 😀 An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. You can’t handle your lingering human emotions … The Vampire watched her go. She didn’t turn back again. As he mulled over the thoughts in his head, he chewed his lip. He wasn’t quite sure at what point it had…

Do you have a fetish for being vomited on, or something?

I’m going to have a mad rush through Christmas to get this story done now, thanks to a lost few days. Oh, and if you are just joining the tale, start here! But here we go, next chapter, and this one is for all of us who’ve ever wished for our very own Mr Darcy,…

And thanks for the ride home…

Okay, I was out for a few days, best intentions and all that…but there was just sooo much to do. I got to work with an awesome team of stage managers at Wembley to pull this off; Which was amazing 😜 …and afterwards I was pretty much just tired. Very tired. But here we are,…

I told you, I’m not a goth.

When you meet someone, and they put you in a box….😑😒 An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. I told you, I’m not a goth…. … “I’m not a Goth!” Nadine had snapped at him, only a few minutes into their casual conversation on the dance floor. “You all say that.” Caleb laughed. She grinned….

My prayer is this…

A jumble of thoughts I’ve had whilst travelling over the last few months, centring around my love affair with the idea of intelligent design, that we are made for a purpose, and what I pray is my daily need to live that – like there is no tomorrow and, what if, today is all I…

A new story is on its way! And I’m looking for your help!

Hey everyone! Beautiful people all of you! I’m currently on the hunt for the next 31 ‘topics’ for my next novel to accompany Emmeline! If you didn’t meet Emmeline, here story is still here for you to take a peek at – if you haven’t read it message me and I may just pass you…