Welcome to my blog. I live in rural Norfolk, UK.  I write flash fiction and short stories. Sometimes I’m irreverent,  sometimes I write about stuff that hurts.  Half finished novels languish in the airing cupboard or gather dust behind book shelves. I write first chapters, last chapters, and the bits in between. Maybe someday I’ll put some of them together…

      Every so often I read out my stories on the radio. Occasionally some get shortlisted in competitions. I never win.

      After years of belonging to writing groups, I have withdrawn to the comfort of my study where I can write what I want when I want to write it. But writers need feedback sometimes… so here I am.

They say fiction writing has many rules. I like to know what they are, then break them. The rest is alchemy.

      And when it all gets too complicated … I curl up on the sofa and write haiku. 🙂


Copyright 2013. Rachael Charmley


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