Joanna’s fine with her random urges. She’s confident in her ability to paint masterpieces that fetch millions in a world of shrinking coasts, violent storms and all but outlawed paper. She’s clueless about everything else and the discovery that although dead, her mother Aroha is far from gone and is largely disapproving of her choices is just another thing to worry about. Aroha is an anomaly with shaky mental health, a soul without a body who can still touch the world but probably shouldn’t. She has awaited her daughter’s return home for 24 years and is none too happy with the lazy, messy, pot-smoking result. As if things weren’t hard enough, without a mortal body to help manage her phantom physical urges, Joanna’s new boyfriend Tristian, with his loose wandering soul and tight morals, presents an awkwardly arousing distraction. A distraction from the secret Aroha desperately wants hide from Joanna…View Book
Fear and anxiety go viral faster than any virus and have the potential to do far more harm. In a time when fear is depressing global markets, dividing nations and kindling racism and hatred management of anxiety has never been more important. This book offers methods of managing anxiety and some background on emotions, anxiety and the basis of the methods of managing it.View Book
This book is a basic guide to the concepts of human babies’ brain development, consciousness, the unconscious, memory and relationships. The book introduces these topics in simple, jargon-free terms and gives a taster of a future volume on what happens in coaching and psychotherapy and how these things work.
This book is intended for people who struggle with psychobabble and are interested in what makes them and others tick and what determines the way we relate to others.View Book
Berry – 10,000 BCE, Banks of the Yellow River, Present-day North China – Berry renders the fusing
It was rain time, not that there wasn’t always rain. But now there was rain. The trampled earth between our caves bled red and pus-yellow. Chickens took to the lower boughs for shelter. Pigs rolled in mud ‘til they seemed blood-soaked and the forest exploded urgent green. The nights chittered and groaned and the days bore down, the sun burning orange through a hot damp blue-white haze. Things bit and crawled and we itched and bitched and ate. The river swelled as if angered by thunder grumbling from the sky. We watched the water at this time of year though I’d never seen it come too far up its red-yellow banks in all my moons and for all the elder’s tales of angry floods in generations past; dead maggots and wound-rot, the lot of them.
I grew up in New Zealand before moving to the United Kingdom where I lived for over two decades until moving to China months before the COVID 19 outbreak just as I planned (well not really…).
Back before Google was invented when dinosaurs roamed the earth and well after punch-cards weren’t a thing anymore, I qualified and worked in information technology and later, Psychotherapy, which is like debugging people’s brains. I played games on the Amstrad CPC6128 and the Commodore 64 then lost interest. I might be the only programmer who doesn't game.
Now I'm learning Mandarin and writing books. I'm a lifelong avid reader (escapist really...) of psychology, science fiction and fantasy, I look forward to contributing many more of my works to the world’s store of fascinating and entertaining tomes in these genres.
When I'm not reading or writing, I like coffee (the good kind) running, hiking, and spending time with friends and trying to play the guitar.