Bailer, Eddie Died 8th October 2022 I hope it’s hot down there. I stare at the page in front of me. There it is, this tiny boxed obituary, sandwiched between Dark, Albert (Greatly missed) and Winston, Peggy (With the Lord). I rub my eyes with balled fists and stub out my cigarette in the ashtray […]
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I recently featured on The Writer’s Surgery, a blog dedicated to writing tips, advice and exercises. You can read it here, along with an extract from The Missing:
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My favourite lines in all literature are contained in the opening of Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House. Absolutely chilling.
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It was the night the snow came and swallowed us whole. It blankets everything, thick and white and heavy. An eerie silence. No birdsong. That is what I remember.
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