Annalisa Crawford lives in Cornwall, UK, with a good supply of moorland and beaches to keep her inspired. She lives with her husband, two sons and canine writing partner, Artoo.
Annalisa writes dark, contemporary, character-driven stories, with a hint of the paranormal. She has had many short stories published online and in journals, and has won several competitions: her biggest success to date was third prize in the Costa Short Story Award 2015 with her story Watching the Storm Roll In.
Her first book, Cat & the Dreamer, was published in 2012. Three more collections – from flash to novella – followed, and her first novel Grace & Serenity was published in July 2020. Her second novel, Small Forgotten Moments, will be published by Vine Leaves Press in August 2021.
In her spare time, she is a fitness instructor.
Q: If you could travel back in time, which of the great writers would you like to meet and why?
A: Jane Austen. I think her sense of humour and satire have been misinterpreted by people who see her as a romance writer. I’d love to witness her acerbic wit first-hand.
Q: Do you have a lucky writing talisman? If so, what is it?
A: I write my first drafts with my fountain pen, a present for my twenty-first. If I’m ever stuck on a scene, I use it to write longhand and my problems just disappear.
Q: What is the least interesting part of writing for you?
A: Listing words I’ve overused so I can erase them. Sometimes I get hooked on the strangest words. And in first drafts my characters are always nodding and looking at things.
Q: What superpower would you like to have and why?
A: Not a power as such, but I’d love to own Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth to use on a few current politicians.
The woman in the house opposite sits in her window, net curtains falling in an arch around her. She stares into the deserted road as though watching a switched-off TV waiting for a programme to begin. At regular intervals she wanders off, returning with a sandwich or a cup and saucer, and drinks with her …
‘I can’t believe you kept it.’ It’s an ugly thing – a Year 8 woodwork project. Unevenly circular, almost egg-shaped where I over-planed to make tiny unnecessary adjustments, erroneous hour-increment markings where my chisel deviated around the grain. For some reason I painted a black cat on it – an eerie, wide-eyed, withered creature that …