Foreword – by Gemma Sharp (fantasy novelist D. M. Cain):
The backstory to this nonsense poem is probably every bit as intriguing as the finished piece of work itself.
My friend Stewart Bint used to write a column in a local magazine, The Flyer. I read his March 14th 2014 column with particular interest. This is what he wrote:
Deep in the land of Dingleay,
At the side of the stream where the young fish play,
There lies the house of the wicked troll, Ree.
Ree"s house is built of sticks and stones,
Tilpit twigs and puppy dog bones.
That"s as far as I could go. Fifteen years ago! And I"ve still got absolutely no idea what to write next.
Fortunately, that is the one and only time in my writing career that I suffered from the curse of writer"s block. The weird thing is, as far as that o
