I think I wrote this whilst in Greenwich, I'm not sure. I can't remember the context but I have a vague idea of where it was going. Whatcha reckon?

Also, I really, really do want to knock my radio play into some sort of shape. Would any kind souls be prepared to read and nitpick a scrip in radio format?

( cleek )

Portfolio piece from Northumbria. Moar mental healthy bullshit, is actually pretty much a description of what I thought and did all day in early 2007. Eurgh. Maybe story, maybe NOVEL OMG, dunno. Clicky. Oh, I better warn you: graphic talk of self harm. Aren't I a peach?

( schnip )

K, first scrap I found, Short story I wrote as a sample piece when applying for MA Creative Writing in 2004. No title, not much of anything really. Thoughtz?

( snippy snip snip )