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Change in the House of…

Life is constantly changing, as it should. I’m of the mind of that things stay them same, we may as well cease to exist. Right now, the changes outweigh anything settled. It’s profoundly unsettling physically and emotionally.

The connections we make, the connections we miss, and those that break are in constant motion. Sometimes we need to go back to move forward.

We learn, grow, change, evolve.

I’m thankful for every person I’m crossed and blended paths with so far in this mad life. Ev...

I am the Cycle Breaker

I’m the cycle breaker. The black sheep. The problematic relative who doesn’t endure bullshit because of a stupid thing like ‘blood’. I’ve often spoken up against wrongs and followed through in my actions.

When I was seven, I rejected eating animals. It was also around that time that I rejected the religion forced upon me, too. The hypocrisy was too loud for me to bear. How we are taught of love while we feed our bodies and those of our children with violence and murder?

Natasha’s just over...

Another Old Building

What a building.

I walked by this building daily for several years. It was in use then. Recently, I’ve been walking that old route that takes me through Elmbank Street and even on a bright day, it’s chilling to see it like this. This building is another stunning piece of architecture designed by 19th-century architect Charles Wilson. I’ve written a little about him before, in that he also designed (among many other landmarks around Glasgow) the entrance to Glasgow’s Southern Necropolis, ...

Visiting my Asylum

Did you know I grew up in the place that inspired the primary settings for the book Asylum Daughter?

The building I lived in no longer stands. Like much of Easterhouse, it has been flattened. Unlike other parts of the suburb, nothing has been built on that site. The land remains derelict, forgotten. Woodland sprawls behind where blocks of flats once stood. Bishop Loch stretches out within the woodland, then a little behind the loch stands the blackened sandstone twin towers of the old, forebo...

Art or Blood

When I become entangled viewing a piece of art, enraptured by the skilful technique and inspired by the story being depicted, through the palate, the stroke of the instrument, the shapes, the words, I don’t much consider the artist—at least not at first.

If art speaks to me, at that moment, that’s all that matters.

I cannot get on board with this peculiar demand for so-called diversity by being selective of the artists’ personal attributes before viewing the art. Let art speak up for itsel...

Brazen New Year: 2024

We have avoided forced ‘happy’ salutations this new year, especially when many folks worldwide struggle. Who needs to hear “be ‘happy’” when they …

Brazen New Year: 2024

eBook Sale

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Thank you to everyone who has supported my work this year.

And especially to those who have never read me before and taken a bite of my brand of macabre, magic and mayhem. I hope you enjoyed what you’ve tasted.

With much more on the dark horizon, I am offering Clan Witch ebooks for just £1 each.

If you fancy getting your e-readers (or reading apps) stuffed by me, just PayPal £1 (per book) to natashasinclairauthor@gmail.com , along with your chosen title(s) and email...

Word Refinery Hiatus

2023 has been fraught with challenges, and with significant changes looming, it is unlikely that the situation will ease anytime soon. Consequently, I am stepping back from freelance work. While current contracts will be fulfilled, I will not be accepting new Word Refinery clients for the foreseeable future.

To keep up to date on my creative work with Clan Witch and my collaboration with Ruthann Jagge, Brazen Folk Horror, subscribe to our quarterly, #BeBrazen.

Best Wishes. May 2024 be...

The Delevan Diaries

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The Delevan Diaries

Presence over Presents

Autumn into winter is my favourite time of year. I love how nature sheds her skin; wild things stockpile life essentials to coorie down in quiet dens, and the stasis of bulbs and trees. I’m inspired by the fall, the bands of light, the nip in the air. The quiet inspires me.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I detest the hyper-commercialised consumerist calendar. It kills my soul knowing how profoundly distant we’ve become from the roots. It’s devolution, not evolution.

It’s a chal...