I'm an aspiring author, working on my first novel and other projects. I write a lot of speculative fiction (fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural etc) but I also like to dabble in genres outside my comfort zone.
I am fiction editor and principal contributor on a site called The Great Escape which showcases film, fiction and comics. If you've enjoyed reading my work here, I hope you'll come and check the site out.
My alter-ego, CM Owens, writes erotica and has a published short story, Youth and Experience, due for release in December 2011.
I'm always up for meeting fellow writers and sharing tips and tricks. If you'd like some honest feedback on your work, PM me and we can arrange something. I have a blog where you can find bits and pieces on writing, film making and stuff:
http://chrisseysgreatescape.wordpress.com
Interests Film making, photography, gaming, science. I'm pretty much the classic female geek (not nerd, for that you have to be socially inept... er, wait... no, no, not a nerd). I'm into physical special effects, including make up prosthetics. I generally just love getting messy and making stuff.
Favorite Books So hard to choose, but I'll try! Clan of the Cavebear (Jean Auel), Good Omens (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaimen), Going Postal (Terry Pratchett), Dracula (Bram Stoker), Dimestore Magic (Kelley Armstrong), Salmon Fishing in the Yemen (Paul Torday)
Favorite Authors Kelley Armstrong, Jean Auel, James Herbert, Trudi Canavan, Rachel Caine, J.R.R Tolkien, Terry Pratchett, Robert Jordan, Ian Irvine
Favorite Movies Aliens, The Abyss, The 13th Warrior, How to Train Your Dragon, Howls Moving Castle, Brotherhood of the Wolf, Tremors, Underworld, Mirror Mask, Ice Age
Favorite Music Pendulum, The Killers, Paramore, Royksopp, Foo Fighters, They Might Be Giants, Jonathan Coulton, Paul and Storm, Wolfmother, Marina and the Diamonds, Third Eye Blind
Abandoned by his people, Liam's resurrection rests in the hands of young, inexperienced Merrith.
Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and awakened my senses. Moonlight, bright enough to cast shadows, glinted off the river up ahead where she wound through the valley in tight, sweeping curves. Over the bubbl...
Is it just me that only seems to be able to make use of time when I don’t have any?
This morning I got up at 7:50am, watched the news (well, BBC Breakfast, but close enough) while eating my breakfast. I worked crunching number for an education organisation (I’m an office temp) for six hours, bar a half hour lunch break. On said lunch break I read a few more chapter of Dante’s Inferno: A retelling in prose*. At 3:00pm I headed home to switch bags and catch the bus into the city centre to go to the library...
A group of young Girl Guides get a little out of their depth in their rush to grow up too fast.
“You girls have work to do.” The six Girl Guides reluctantly sloped away from the fence that separated our pitch from the neighbouring one where a group of scouts kicked a football about. They walked past me to the QM tent where I was about to set them preparing lunch and one of them, Gemma, shot me a glare. “You won’t be giving me that look when those boys start giving you trouble.” I handed her a loaf of bread and some...
