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HOW TO FINISH YOUR NOVEL IN JUST 30 DAYS Day 1: Open document. Day 2–28: Think obsessively about document. Day 29: Type one word. Day 30: Rename document "FINAL DRAFT". You're welcome.

Spent today wandering around Edinburgh collecting footage for DreadThoughts. Unbelievably bonny city. Went to the Kirkyard as always. Got a new horror story idea as always. Scrapping sleep in favour of it as... you get it. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

I am 50 followers away from 5k on my DreadThoughts TikTok and unfortunately, months ago, I made myself a mental promise about what I would do when I got there. I haven't forgotten that self-promise. I scripted it today. Tomorrow I am going to Edinburgh. This is terrible news for the pigeons. 🐦

Nobody warns you that becoming a paranormal storyteller is 10% ghosts and 90% going “WAIT WHO WAS THE OUIJA BOARD GUY AGAIN” while frantically flipping through a llama notebook. I am a professional.* *I am absolutely not a professional.

THE ONE THING EVERY SUCCESSFUL WRITER DOES Writes. Unfortunately I was hoping it would be something else too. I'll keep looking. Follow in case I find a loophole.

Orkney is so metal. They took a gander at the Kelpie and the Each-Uisge and thought... "What if we made the whole horse skinless and a torso of a man growing out of it's back? Oh and give it the power to cause utter havoc". So I wrote a story about it. Check it 👇 substack.com/@dreadthough...

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Scotland has some lovely folklore. Selkies. Fairies. Helpful wee household spirits. Orkney looked at that and said “no thanks, give us a skinless horse demon.” So I wrote a wee horror story about the...

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Writing a short horror story about what really happens when you're doing something, look at the clock and think - where the hell did the time go? Except more monsters. And typos (I'll fix these, I swear). Full story available soon! Whenever I manage to finish it and stop rambling...

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Wrote an article on something that's been bugging me for YEARS. Okay... months. But still. A local ditch (fascinated you already huh?) is named after the Devil in my hometown. No bugger seems to know why. Come have a read through my mental breakdown dreadthoughts.substack.com/p/what-happe...

What happened to Devil's Ditch?

A patch of woodland in Livingston, Scotland, an old quarry, a missing sign, and a name that seems to have survived entirely because local people refused to forget it.

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I NEARLY QUIT WRITING. THEN I DISCOVERED THIS. Apparently you can close the document and go eat crisps. The book remains there. Nobody tells you this. Follow me for more industry secrets.

So apparently Edinburgh’s Western General Hospital is haunted as hell. 👻 I posted a story about a woman seemingly vanishing from one of its corridors and now NHS staff are appearing in my comments and DMs like: “Well, since you mention it…” Oh no. 😂 More stories on my TikTok/Insta: DreadThoughts 👻

THE FASTEST WAY TO BECOME A BETTER HORROR WRITER Write a normal house. Add a door that wasn’t there yesterday. That’ll be £499 for my masterclass, cheers lads.

Ask anyone who lives in Edinburgh, and they'll know the story of the Little Drummer Boy (or Piper Boy). Wee lad sent into a tunnel to play an instrument while the Big Lords walk on the surface. Don't think it quite played out how I wrote it though... dreadthoughts.substack.com/p/dreadthoug...

DreadThoughts Tales - The Drummer Boy

In Edinburgh, there’s a legend of a little drummer boy, sent beneath the cobbles of the Royal Mile in the 1800’s, who never made it back out...

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Scottish folklore: if you hear a dog barking in the Highlands, don’t panic. You’ve got until the third bark to run. Very reassuring. Cheers. I wrote about the Cù-Sìth, Scotland’s enormous fairy hound and one of my favourite creatures from folklore. 👇 dreadthoughts.substack.com/p/dreadthoug...

DreadThoughts Tales - The Cù-Sìth

Scottish folklore has a plethora of beasts woven into it, and the Cù-Sìth is just the tip of the iceberg...

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Apparently getting properly lost in the woods can mess with your ability to think rationally and recognise your surroundings. Which is interesting because I already walk into the kitchen and forget why I’m there. The forest doesn’t stand a fucking chance.

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Being a horror writer means occasionally stopping mid-sentence and thinking, “That’s horrible. What the fuck is wrong with me?” Then adding another paragraph. It's wild.

What would you do if you found a woman washing bloody clothes beside a lonely Scottish stream? In Scottish folklore, you might have stumbled across the Bean-Nighe, a mysterious kind of banshee and an omen of death. Read my full story here! 👇 dreadthoughts.substack.com/p/dreadthoug...

DreadThoughts Tales - The Bean-Nighe

An old crone sits by a river, washing bloodstained clothing. You approach and realise the stained linen belongs to you...

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Heard this piece of scary folklore from my own hometown, so of course, had to write a story about it. Would you follow the deer? I wouldn't. Probably. But then I always gave in to peer pressure. Deer pressure? ...I'll see myself out. dreadthoughts.substack.com/p/dreadthoug...

DreadThoughts Tales - The Deer of Wilderness Woods

Folklore is prevalent here in Scotland. I first heard this story in a pub, with a cold pint on the table in front of me, and a random lad beside me. He told me a story he had heard, about a deer.

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