I didn’t plan to write a horror novel, especially not as my debut into the world of fiction. Sure the idea was there, to eventually venture into fiction, to dabble in every genre that appealed to me. But my comfort zone was always poetry. The fragments, the images, and the small bursts of emotion they make sense to me. That's the language I write in.
Yet when the idea for Dead Air arrived, something shifted. The concept didn’t fit inside a single poem. It demanded space, tension, whole pages of build-up and slow-burning dread.
Shifting into fiction was, and still is, terrifying. I had to learn to live inside scenes instead of lines, to stretch my voice differently. But the more I wrote, the more I realised horror and poetry aren’t opposites. They both rely on atmosphere, rhythm, and the power of what’s unsaid.
Dead Air was me learning to write beyond the fragment of poetry, without losing the fracture.
One more month until DEAD AIR comes out!
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