Post-Mortem: Rumours & Hearsay

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“I wouldn’t call myself an experienced writer of fiction, but I’ve certainly had more practice at it than I have at making Twine games. That’s why I decided to write one and why this post-mortem is going to be fairly self-critical.”

Rumours & Hearsay


“We’re interested in you,” says the first man.

“We’re interested in all sorts of parts of you,” adds the second.

Post-Mortem: Readers Like You

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“I’m keen to use the Idle Fiction Jam to push myself as a writer, exploring new challenges and addressing the flaws in my style and technique. ‘Readers Like You’ unfortunately exhibits a number of those flaws.”

Post-Mortem: A Person Shaped Thing

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[This is] unusual writing for me as it’s essentially realist fiction and features no genre elements whatsoever. I’ve dabbled with this before but it’s not something I do regularly, and I enjoyed the challenge of writing a series of vignettes featuring vulnerable people living and working in Britain today.

Idle Fiction Jam Post-Mortems

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I decided that if I were to write fiction again I wanted to make a break with my past work and attempt to address these weaknesses. For better or worse that’s something I’m trying to do with the IFJ.

Readers Like You

Idle Thumbs

CANDIDATE UJ02XV-110011: Male. 26.4 cycles. Region: ‘Africa’’ { 26.2041° S, 28.0473° E }. Tracked disciplines: communication, information composition/dissemination. Status: monitoring. Addendum: active studies { ‘Hepatic Disease Rates in Cultural Producers’ ; ‘Non-Binary Theory and Obsessive-Compulsive Tendencies: Terrans’ }.

A Person-Shaped Thing is a Person

Idle Thumbs

Your hands ache and torn cuticles bleed. Callouses are beginning to develop on your fingers, but you still envy the English workers, who work with gloves. Your back also aches, and you wonder how many hours you have spent under the hot sun.



Insomnia is a theatre piece interspersed with pre-recorded video segments and (a minimal) amount of audience interaction, further supported by fiction and a pen and paper RPG, all of which explore its characters and the central themes of insomnia and what may lie beyond sleep. I wrote a short story concerning one of these insomniacs!

Second Home

One Hyde Park

“At nights the centre becomes a ghost town, punctuated by enclaves of life where tourists congregate in restaurants and bars near historic museums, galleries and theatres. Elsewhere local businesses and residents are long gone”

Pearls That Were His Eyes (2007): Part Three


“It was the Stalker that spoke. Its voice grated on the senses, like a dozen knifeblades being drawn over metal and concrete, but beneath that there was a melancholic timbre, the impossibility of poetry lurking beneath monstrosity.”