Mental Shapeshifting


We all love a good shape-shift. I certainly do; always have, ever since I first discovered them reading the Icelandic sagas. Like most good ideas, though, shapeshifting has been greatly over-used in genre fiction in recent years. I had in mind for a very long time an approach to re-vitalising the shapeshifting idea, and eventually… Continue reading Mental Shapeshifting

The Mother of Monsters


‘That creature that feeds on life is me. The Anteater.’ Anteaters are some of the weirdest creatures in the world, I’ve always thought. The aardvark, the giant anteater of South America, the pangolin. Australia, of course, has its own examples. In the forest of south west Western Australia, where I come from, lives a very… Continue reading The Mother of Monsters

Continent of Insects


There were huge clumps of ants now, dragging bigger and bigger loads. She bent down to see what they were carrying. Something round and white. An eye. A human eye. My homeland of Australia is justly famous for its strange mammals. However, Australia is, above all, the continent of insects. The vast, hot land is… Continue reading Continent of Insects

Life in the Wheat Bin


When I was four years old or so in South West Western Australia, I used to spend a lot of time sitting in a wheat bin, making up stories. I think the bin was partly filled with wheat used to feed the chickens. At least, that was its mundane function; for me, it was a… Continue reading Life in the Wheat Bin