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Easter Story: On love…

There is a legend that after he had risen from the crucifixion, before he ascended to heaven, Jesus descended into hell to seek out his friend and forgive him:


After the kiss he wiped away his tears, ‘I didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘I searched for you.’

‘But I betrayed you.’

A shake of the head, ‘I forgave you.’

‘I knew you would. You were always the better man.’ He looked away, deep into the smouldering darkness, shamefaced, ‘How long have you got, before you have to return?’

‘As long as it takes to forgive.’flame

‘Who can forgive me?’ his voice a quiet wail of despair.

‘Forgive yourself. I did. You must.’

‘I can’t,’ his sobs almost silent, everything held inside, racking him, too ashamed to vent his grief and his shame.

‘Yes you can.’

‘I’m sorry, Lord,’ he said again, tears coming to his eyes. ‘I am so sorry. I thought you’d lost your way.’

‘I lost my way all the time.’

A  smile, his eyes as sharp and clear as always, ‘Every day I lost my way, and I needed you and the others to remind me of myself, to guide me.’

‘But I didn’t guide you. I misled you. I conspired against. I betrayed you!’

‘You guided me, Judas. You reminded me what it was to be human.’

‘You are God. I’m just a man.’

‘I’m a man too,’ and he held out his hands, to show the ragged holes, ‘I bleed.’

They hugged again, the blood from His wounds smearing across his friend’s coat. Around them, the mills of hell belched and fumed, but between them there was only forgiveness.

‘Must you go?’ Judas whispered as they held onto each other, his eyes closed in prayer, ‘Must you go so soon?’


Just this:


I think life is like unraveling a huge tangled ribbon, then re-plaiting it in such a way as pleases you.

Or you can take the Alexandrian approach.



This is how I want to write:

Wyeth, Andrew

Wyeth, Andrew

The Heaven Field

St. Claire has given up the dealing and the one-night stands; he’s renounced violence, dropped out of sight and moved up the coast. He’s living like a hermit, trying to be a good man again.

Kaska lives in a hope-free, dead-end town where the only growth industries are teenage pregnancy and low-level street disorder; she’s sixteen, a gifted artist and she’s dying by inches. She’s desperate to break free.

But as both St. Claire and Kaska discover, life gets in the way of the best-laid escape plans.


The Heaven Field: Free Kindle download 20-24 March.

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The Heaven Field


Lucas, my sometime site manager, and general all-round genius, created this for me about a year and a half ago. Still love it:

word count

QE is up to about 34,000 words. It’s not readable right now, but the next draft will make it so, then there’ll be more drafting. But before that I need to complete it. And before I complete, it I need to think about where it’s going.

And Jester is still out there, harlequin coat, sharp knives and white hot fury.


Free download 6-10 March.

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Text Transformations


Some of my stories are composed like mosaics, or deconstructed to the point of incoherence. And I like that. But some are fairly linear and clear in structure, and I like that too.

QE is running about three or four plot-lines and maybe three different time-lines right now, but it’s also very clearly understood in my mind, and hopefully the plot itself is open and easy to grasp.

I want it to be clear and easy to read.