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  After the euphoria of graduating from my MA, I’ve had a massive dump of realisation that I have a novel to finish. To date, I have three more chapters to write, one of which is a zombie fight showdown, where … spoiler alert … one of my key characters snuffs it. There is also a gruesome dream sequence and a heartfelt scene that will have me weeping as I write it. I’m often asked why I write in the genre I find, personally, so frightening. Paul Tremblay, an American horror writer who is the master of creeping dread, openly admits he’s scared of everything, and because of that, he implants his fears into his novels. For me, it’s the fear of societal anarchy that feeds my dystopian horror. Growing up, I was a secret horror fiction fan, stashing them between my poetry library book loans long before I started wearing black. However, going to university, leaving London to work in Portsmouth, and then having a baby left me with little time to read fiction. It wasn’t until I joined th...

So, I’ve only gone and got an MA in Writing Genre Fiction, and with a distinction. And like a feather in a puddle of mud, it’s still sinking in. I grew up believing that poems always had to rhyme, horror fiction was the poor relative of the literary world and that writing stories was just a hobby, not a way of life. But Edinburgh Napier university pushed all that to one side with a mahoosive shovel. It wasn’t easy at times (not helped by breaking my elbow four weeks into the MA), but they’ve nurtured self-belief, and given me the skills to take my writing to another level. I can't wait for the next chapter. So, if you’re thinking of eustressing your creative writing … opportunities are waiting just for you.                                                             (Photo  © Paula Gilfillan. All Ri...

A recent late-night radio show asked if listeners had ever been given strange presents. This was sparked by the producer of the show admitting that her brother had bought her a weight-loss drink for her birthday. I remembered one Christmas being given by my Great Aunty, disposable toilet seat covers for public toilets. But I loved that present –  she was a practical person who loved baking and her dog, as well as having a wicked sense of humour. And so, whenever I use a public toilet, I always think of her (but the disposable covers have long gone). And it was also a story worthy of being read out live on air by the DJ that night. What present have you been given that was as endearing as the person who gave it to you? (Photo by Ekaterina Shevchenko on Unsplash )

You never know when frisky seagulls, a turd left in a pair of pyjamas and a nun in a hurry will lead you to writing award winning poetry. The writer Lesley Glaister, talks about using ‘memory refracted through imagination, and often unconsciously, into something new’ mixing it with more recent events. She calls it ‘the real stuff of fiction’, giving emotional punch and ‘truth’ to our work (thanks to Anderson’s Creative Writing book for this). So, enough with the theory. She’s basically saying that we take our past experiences, chuck them in a mixer and blend them with more recent memories to give us impactful and emotional fiction. A lot of my comedic work is based on the peculiarities of real-life events, but fictionally masked. The following three poems that I recently had published on Witcraft , are three such examples: One Night Stand Seagull was inspired by witnessing two gulls ‘getting it on’ on a rooftop while I invigilated Higher Modern Studies. Nun In A Nissan Micra ...

In my late 20s, I found myself in an abusive relationship. It was unexpected, for he began as the perfect partner; as they all do. And after each event, he apologised and said he would change. Through the support of many friends, I eventually saw and felt the impact he was having on me, and found the courage to leave the relationship. I’m truly grateful to them. But it took time to process this experience with support from Women’s Aid, and communicate it through the only medium that brings me comfort: creative writing. But the poem still lingered in my file manager. A chance reading of a PhD thesis that discussed domestic violence gave me the impetus to share my poem with a supportive audience: the 2024 Edinburgh Napier University’s 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence campaign (in support of the same-named UN Women campaign) to help raise awareness and inspire change. Unexpectedly, I won first prize in the creative writing section. It was the final validation I needed. I’...

I recently came across a great BBC interview with a young female scientist that's so positive and affirming for any aspiring young women considering a career in science. For me, it was the enthusiasm of my young female biology and chemistry teachers at Walthamstow Senior High School that gave me the final confidence to apply to London South Bank University to study a BSc(Hons) degree. However, when I started work, I didn't look like a 'typical' scientist when I rocked up to meetings as their scientific specialist in a bright green suit, heels and a pony tail. And the 'cockney' accent certainly threw them too. It took dedication to professional development, support from my line management to present my scientific research (including refusals to take minutes at meetings), as well as finally putting my BSc(Hons) and MSc after my name on a signature block (as all the men did), but I got there. I still remember my daughter's school friends asking me if I re...