I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.

Writing is life, not just a ‘job’. It’s lying to communicate the truth, it’s speaking while being quiet, it’s winning and losing at the same time.

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously....

Aref knelt, reached into his pocket and produced an implement made from a small stick which he called his miswak, the use of which he silently illustrated before handing her his spare. He also gave...

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.

Remember, it’s called ‘character development’ for a reason – it takes time, patience and understanding to build a fictional person.

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

Occasionally, a flicker of curiosity would urge the pilots to turn their heads and glance out past the sharp metallic casing of their jets to gaze at the distant, inland desert. They could barely recognise...

My best writing happens when I’m fighting to produce it.