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…

The problem with the human race

Those moments in life when you have the delight of your own existence on this planet brushing by the existence of another that wakens all sorts of stories within you. The problem with the human race. J R Manawa. I met a man with a mind as fit as a fiddle on the bus today….

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…