Hi. I’m Andy Hawthorne.

It began, as all disasters do, with a perfectly innocent pen. The kind you might use to jot down a shopping list or sign an increasingly suspicious lease agreement. Unfortunately, this pen had other ideas.

Left unattended, it wandered. Across pages, margins, napkins, and—on one memorable occasion—the table. It spilled stories with all the grace of a tipsy uncle at a wedding: loudly, unexpectedly, and with a worrying amount of confidence.

Wandering Ink is a home for the tales that fell out during that chaos. Short stories with a slight limp, a peculiar accent, and an alarming number of side characters. Some are absurd. Some are gently deranged. A few should probably come with a warning, but the management has misplaced the label printer.

Behind the stories is a writer of questionable credentials, dubious motives, and a worrying attachment to commas. Their identity remains deliberately vague, partly out of modesty and partly because they’re probably hiding from someone.

If you’re looking for tightly plotted, sensible fiction with likeable protagonists and logical endings, you’re in the wrong corner of the internet. If, however, you enjoy the literary equivalent of stepping on a rake, do come in. The pen is still wandering. And frankly, nobody can stop it now.

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Feel free to drop me an email andy@wanderingink.uk