Comprising the rest of Chapter One Previously – Sceldwulf, having lived his three score years and ten, decided to stir up trouble with a story of the old gods, and then commit suicide. Now that everyone is feeling properly on edge, there comes a knocking at the door…
and free to anyone who wants it 🙂 Blurb Enjoy this entertaining collection of flash fiction stories, each one a short but sweet expression of what it means to be queer in Britain, past and present. All these stories reflect the iconic sights and national character of the British Isles: a taste of our idiosyncrasies…
So, I’m at the stage with Under the Hill in which I should imminently be getting a contract to sign – at which point I will officially announce as much as I know about who the publishers are and when it’s likely to appear. But in the mean time my editor and I have decided…
What to do when stuck at home with two ill children – try and catch up on all the comic reading you missed for the last 20 years. Also brush up on your mythology. I have been consistently hating on (comic and movie) Loki’s horned helmet for decades, but now, thanks to the evidence of…
1st part available here: http://alexbeecroft.com/2011/05/since-there-is-no-lokaday/ in which the elderly Sceldwulf is telling his disapproving kinsfolk about how he once met two gods, when they were being hunted out of England by the new faith. Chapter 1, Part Two – in which Sceldwulf fulfils an old oath.
So, now that I’ve tested out my remarkable wimpiness against the process of getting a tiny tattoo, I’m ready to launch out on something a bit more serious. I gave the bloke at the studio my picture of the Bewcastle Cross and asked him to turn it into a design that could actually be tattooed…
This is sheer genius 🙂
I will have to post this on a Thursday. Slightly embarrassing though it is, here is an excerpt of the first ever novel I actually finished. I hit on the cunning plan of telling lots of short stories – because I knew I could finish a short story – and then linking them together to…
I think it’s a result of having finished Under the Hill and sent it off on its first stage in the submissions process, but last week I found myself wanting to do anything but write. Or at least, I wanted to write fanfiction just to please myself rather than writing anything that could be vaguely…
One of the better things since sliced bread, is Calibre, which I downloaded for free this morning. I wanted to send The Witch’s Boy to a reviewer, but he only accepted .epub files, and WB only came in .pdf or .mobi format. Now, thanks to the magic of Calibre, I can just convert my .mobi…
