Welcome to my wordpress blog. I’m a part-time clerk and a freelance writer and I enjoy writing fiction and blog posts. I enjoy reading widely, television and movies, walking, wine, digital photography, and pets. I love stories!
I have an interest in fantasy, history, mythology and fairy tales, spirituality, along with science and science fiction. I’m more inclined to historical fantasy than “true history” and favourite eras include the Renaissance and Regency (Regency romances in particular).
I’m a childfree asexual and as such blog about these topics from time to time. I also write about spirituality and nature, including eclectic paganism, and about wildlife.
I sometimes post photographs I’ve taken, as well as product reviews, book reviews, and blog posts about film and television.
I post poetry and occasional fiction or links to my fiction here, and my fiction only blog is here.
I’m based in the UK and I write from a British perspective in British English.
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Someone once said I couldn’t create and write about as many childfree characters as I wanted because it was unrealistic.
1) I have no obligation to be realistic in fiction. It’s fiction. Sometimes it’s fantasy fiction. If there can be dragons there can be childfree characters.
(gif: Tom Hiddleston as Loki, arms outstretched as he leans from a car window, text reads: I do what I want)
That said, you want realism?
More than one in five women do not have children. It’s not as rare as fictional media would have you believe. (Also around one in three women have abortions, I mention this for a reason.)
And even if that were not the case, why can’t I write all my characters as childfree if I want to? (Or asexual? Or both?)
I could own a publishing house and a film and/ or television company and pump out books and films and multiple high profile TV shows, every single one with a childfree female protagonist. And it would be nothing compared to the constant stream of media centred on the woman as mother, the media that tells us motherhood is inevitable unless there are tragic circumstances.
Look at the thousands of books with “baby epilogues” (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is a good example, are most romance novels), books about women who changed their minds, shows with childfree women who change their mind and have a child/multiple children (Bones, The Big Bang Theory), shows that start out centred on a woman but then it becomes not about her skills about her motherhood (Fringe and its treatment of Olivia Dunham; to a lesser extent, Teyla in Stargate: Atlantis), or a woman who’s got a world to save but if her birth control fails she won’t get an abortion despite her seeming utterly uninterested in motherhood (Wynonna Earp) .
In fact Grey’s Anatomy‘s Cristina Yang is a rare example of a childfree woman, one who did get an abortion to remain so. Remember, abortions do take place, and it is mostly women who have already had children who request them, but there are women without children who have abortions because they don’t want children yet or indeed they never want children. How I Met Your Mother‘s Robin Scherbatsky also remained childfree but had to grieve over being found to be sterile.
I’m talking here about female characters because I’m a woman writing female, as well as male, childfree characters. There are probably more male characters who are childfree overall or those who just never mention wanting children, but they don’t come under the same scrutiny. Captain Picard (Star Trek: The Next Generation) and Cormoran Strike (Strike novels; it’s said twice in the first 2 books that he has never wanted children and adds that he isn’t sentimental about them) are just two examples but I’m betting people can come up with many more, far more examples than those of females who don’t want and more importantly never do have children.
I cannot change the world or the media landscape but I can write what I want to. And many of my female characters are childfree. There are no baby epilogues. And I will not apologise for that. Sometimes you have to write the story you most want to read.
Dawn came early, not with rosy fingers but with grey clouds threatening rain as befitted a British summer.
He finally realised that a compass is merely a tool can tell you which direction you’re facing, but not where you want to go, or ought to.
It wasn’t a great offer but between the devil and the deep blue sea, he chose the devil, for he was unable to swim.
Rock singers and US football players and feckless tradesmen may lay claim to the name, but he always thought of cowboys as Stetson wearing animal herders, American pioneers, and wished he could have the chance to ride with them.
In an attempt to cheer me up, he showed up with a DVD, a pizza, and a bottle of wine, and really, what more could I ask for?
Laughter escaped her lips in a sudden giggle and in the face of amusement, her fear fled.
So many articles pile on the guilt if you don’t or can’t write for a day, a week, longer. But guilt doesn’t help and can in fact make things worse. This article is a much needed rebuttal to the “you must write every single day or you’re not a writer” mindset
I’m not sure how I got the message that I had to write every day to be a “real” writer, but I’ll blame it on Julia Cameron and her book, The Artist’s Way. I read it when it came out in 1992. Cameron suggests a daily practice of “Morning Pages:” Three pages of longhand, stream-of-consciousness writing you do first thing in the morning.
To be fair, Cameron makes it clear that your Morning Pages don’t have to be “high art.” You can rant, write your shopping list over and over, whatever you want. She does insist, though, that you fill three pages—every day.
I did Morning Pages religiously—for about a week-and-a-half. Over the years, I’ve tried again and again. Although the daily practice of Morning Pages didn’t stick, the idea that I had to write every day to be successful did. After all, Ernest Hemingway…
“So you see,” he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, “the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!”
The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.
The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, “Now, I don’t want to shoot anyone else, so let’s be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!”
High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it’s the house who always wins.
Prompt: role models
Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, “Where are the women like me?”
Title: Winter’s Kiss
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs – and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death
Snow was falling on the ground
Soft and white and cold
Winter’s chill was all around
Through the woods he strolled
He came upon a pale dame
Quite a beauty to behold
“Tell me love, what is thy name?”
“I’m Nieve,” she did reply
“Nieve, you are in my domain,
With you I will lie.”
Her eyes flashed an ice blue;
“Well, you can but try.”
His corpse was found and this is true
Frozen solid, through and through