World of the Mio Pilamùr


World of the Mio Pilamùr

When I was ten years old and started writing my first book, it was set in this place called – very originally – the Magic Islands. Dad mentioned to me that this didn’t sound tremendously authentic. So from there on, I was on a journey to create a world that people could believe in. Apart from constructing my own languages, it’s also involved mapping. The drawing and naming is easy – you just follow the pen. It’s inventing the cultures and peoples that is hard.
If you’re interested in inventing a world, though, I do advocate actually getting a huge sheet of newsprint and drawing countries first. Focus on creating a variety of shapes in a variety of places. Then add in landmarks – deserts, forests, mountains. You will discover some countries will have mostly desert, and others, mostly forests. This will tell you a lot about the people and the culture already. How are they and their livelihoods affected by the environment? Next, come up with names. My practice was normally to write down anything that came to mind, even if it seemed like nonsense. My favourite is Zal Ricio ‘el Nria – a random collection of letters I put down that came to mean quite a lot (eventually). Once you’ve got some idea of the peoples in these countries, you can name individual cities, islands, and other such landmarks. You’ll also have a name for nationalities as well, and the names will give some foundations for inventing the rudiments of a language, if you want to go that far.
In a few hours, the mapping exercise will have led you to the beginnings of a story.

From Crafting to Contract


 A couple of weeks ago, I was blown away to receive my first publishing contract, for the first four books in my Fledgling Chronicles series ( 

 If I’d known, when I was ten years old and decided to write my first book, how much work it was going to involve, I would never have begun. And yet, I’m glad I did. After a decade of learning, writing new books, and rewriting the same book over and over, I have at last got the results I yearned for. It’s not going to make me rich. It’s not going to make me famous. But I’ll have done what I came to do. I’ll have said what I wanted to say.

 And that’s a great feeling.

 Along the journey, I spent two years with a literary agent, receiving rejection after rejection from overseas. Most of the rejections were very positive: “beautiful writing style”, “amazing project”, “at such a young age, too”, etc. It drove me crazy. Why couldn’t they just say I sucked and leave it at that? To me, the positive rejections became merely a more condescending way of saying no.

 Breaking into the market is a hellish task, and it requires every bit of endurance and tenacity an author may have. But I’ve heard that once you’re in, you’re in. It will be, hopefully, less of a struggle next time.

 If you are an author – and I mean that, if you’re not published, and no one’s reading your work – hang in there and keep trying. My philosophy is: the world’s a big place. Somewhere out there, there’s going to be someone interested in your work. You’ve just got to keep looking. It’s a bit like the needle in the haystack, but the needle IS definitely there. 

 Never give up.

The Drink Vendor God


We put in coins,

Get out our drinks.

We make known our wants

And nobody thinks.





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When the Light Comes


Light has no other name than

You, most dependable, powerful You.


Shadows that shift in

The beholder’s eye

Colours and shapes flickering in and out

Of focus

Sounds and perceptions, mixed with illusions

The chaos that reigns in the mind and destroys

The ability to finish a sentence, a thought,

Making making sense the struggle of a drowning man

Just … trying … to breathe …


It all fades in the bold and naked


That comes with Your presence.

Staring at the Son,

Which is too bright to be borne by the mortal’s uncovered eye,

Enables the viewer to


See truly at last.

Awkward Moments


Somebody waves at you,

And you wave back.

And then you see someone waving behind you.


Somebody at a concert looks back and says,

“It’s you! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

And you say:

“I’m really sorry; I just don’t recognize you.”

And the person gives you a very weird look

And tries to continue their conversation

With their long lost acquaintance a row back from you.


You finish a day of teaching classical singing.

You pull out from the staff car park,

Forget that the school patrol is out,

And roll down your window.

Your singing pupil, who is holding the stop sign,

Gapes as she hears her opera singing teacher

Driving away to rock music.