Just a little sinister, aren’t they? From a trip to Argentina a while ago.

At the risk of sounding recalcitrant, I was not planning on starting a blog. Not out of a superiority complex, or, really, out of lack of time. More because the sheer volume of blogging on the web daunts me. As does the very particular skill required to write a good blog. I read a couple of rather excellent blogs, and whilst I am glad that I do so, they do make for rather humbling bedfellows. If another piece of writing can count as a bedfellow to this piece of writing, it depends on the shape (and furnishings) of the great Cloud, doesn’t it?

Anyway, so, the thing that brought me here, and made me waste oodles of time faffing about with background pictures (but that’s the best bit!), was my wish to contribute to something that I am lucky enough to be a part of. (Excuse me while I maintain the mystery a little longer.) Is that not often the way it happens – you resist something through insecurity, perhaps, or just plain old inertia, and then suddenly you fall into it because it has become about others, for others, rather than just for yourself.

Now that I am here, and you are here (thank-you), I can tell you what it was that launched me into the blogosphere. However tiny and discretely-lit my corner of it is. Well, I am part of a writer’s group, known both individually and collectively as The Randoms. And this splendid group of writers is publishing an anthology of twisted and dark tales, reflections of fairy tales or myths, where the shadowy roots beneath the modern saccharine surface have been brought up into the light.

Do you look into mirrors and wonder what else they show? Do you tread lightly through the edges of the sea? Do you ever wonder how you would shape revenge? Do you, in fact, have a pulse? Then you will love this.