The Scribbling Sea Serpent

I’ve written and critiqued a fair number of short stories in my time and one of the things that is notoriously difficult to get right is the...

Last weekend we headed over to Portland and looked down from the heights at the waves crashing against Chesil Beach. This was a calm spell b...

I wrote about a flooded world. I imagined the rising seas. I also envisioned high rainfall and flooded river valleys. But this wasn’t meant...

There’s something fascinating about ancient forgotten roads. They crisscross our countryside. So often we pass along them and do not see t...

Today I am guest blogger over at the Words for the Wounded Blog talking about my journey into children’s fiction and listing my top tips for...

You know your life has hit rock bottom when you’re living off cooked rats and showering once every few months—if you’re lucky. But for Jac...

2014 was ushered in with wild seas and stormy skies. I watched the waves crashing onto the rocks on New Year’s Day, the wind in my hair and...