Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn. (HP Lovecraft)
Just the facts: 50-something; wife; mother of one human, two cats and five hens; Pagan; Piscean; English, living in Wales.
I’ve been writing more or less since I was 7 years old. The first “proper” thing I wrote was weird, being a sequel to Catherine Storr’s “Marianne Dreams”. All right, I was heavily influenced by having seen “The Day of the Triffids”. I recently discovered that “weird” exists as a genre. Having passed my stories off as being ‘about ghosts’, it was liberating to realise that it was all right to have strange things thawing under the snow, or write about a WWI soldier who is hundreds of years old and wont to sacrifice his own children. It’s weird, but it’s okay to be strange.
On many occasions the curious atmospheric effects enchanted me vastly; these including a strikingly vivid mirage – the first I had ever seen – in which distant bergs became the battlements of unimaginable cosmic castles. (HP Lovecraft)
Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse. (HP Lovecraft)