Personal reflections and seasonal thoughts. These entries trace mood, memory and creative undercurrents as they surface, shift and settle.
Christmas Eve is a night of two worlds. One is all laughter and twinkling lights, families gathering in warm kitchens, their gift-wrapped parcels waiting beneath decorated trees. The other is older and quieter, and as dark as the longest night. Once upon a time, this was the night for ghost stories. Gentle ones, that is. … Continue reading Midwinter Ghosts…
Are you ready for the longest night of the year? For centuries, this day has been acknowledged and celebrated. Fires and candles were lit, people gathered together, and stories were told low and close. Not in a bid to banish the dark, but to sit with it. To acknowledge that darkness is not the enemy … Continue reading Winter Solstice…
December always feels like the soft closing of a chapter. The nights stretch long, the cold settles in and beyond glittering fairy lights and colourful baubles, the world takes on a hush that feels almost sacred. So as 2025 draws to a close, it feels like the right time to pause, reflect and celebrate all … Continue reading Ghosts of the Past…
Whatever you believe in, you can’t deny there’s a certain magic to December. Celebrating the winter solstice and the return of the sun feels fundamental, almost instinctive. We gather, look toward the light, and remind ourselves that warmth and renewal will come again. It’s hope in its oldest form. Age-old traditions passed down through generations mean we … Continue reading Yuletide Cheers…
It’s December already. The nights are wicked long, the air has bitey teeth and the countdown to Christmas has begun. But beneath all the noise and glitter, the veil is thinning. This is the season of quiet ghost stories. Forget New Year’s resolutions. They never stick (and are rarely inspiring). However, what I’m going to commit to is … Continue reading The Ghosts of Winter…
When the sun slips below the horizon and shadows uncoil from their daytime shapes (always more fluid and dramatic when you’re not looking), the world drifts into its most unreliable hour. Twilight. For lovers of horror and the supernatural, dusk is more than a time of day. It’s an atmospheric threshold. And thresholds have always … Continue reading Why Twilight Breeds Fear…
Wow, it’s been a long while since I last wrote here. Life, work and family have a way of sweeping us along, don’t they? But the stories never go quiet, not really. Even when I’m away from my writing desk, the voices of my characters (and the echoes of all those haunted places, imagined and … Continue reading Stories That Linger Like Ghosts…
It was March 2015.Before diagnosis, but not before symptoms. I was staying with my parents, sleeping in my old bedroom. The steroids had left me wired. I couldn’t rest. I lay awake with my feet pressed against the adjoining wall. Terraced houses carry sound. I knew that. I’d grown up listening to life on the … Continue reading The Night the Wall had a Heartbeat…
I’ve never been certain how many ravens belong in a story, yet it’s their collective noun. One is an omen. Two imply witness. Three begin to feel deliberate. Anything more and the counting really starts to matter. Ravens carry weight because they observe. They remember. They gather at the edges of things and wait to … Continue reading How Many Ravens Are in a Storytelling..?
R. H. DIXON 