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Triptychs – Coming Soon

I know, I know. It’s been a while since I’ve been on here and updated this place with the cacophony of thoughts residing within my head. Well, I’ve been busy; constructing my newest novel which is going to be a humdinger if my inner critic is to be believed.

Also, I’ve been busy writing some short stories which I was honoured to be asked to do for the upcoming anthology, Triptychs, which you can pre-order here for .99 cents. It will be $3.99 on its release on March 16th. So PRE-ORDER NOW!
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The concept behind the short story collection is simple. I received two photographs which I was to use for inspiration to create my short stories. There are eight photographs in all with three authors writing stories or poems on each photograph.

It’s a real neat idea and the quality of the stories is top notch. I’m delighted to have been asked to take part and I’m equally delighted now for the people who have my enjoyed my writing to get to read some new material.

So, pre-order now if you can and I’ll be giving more info and updates the sooner we get to the release date of March 16th.

Hope all you guys out there are well.

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Influences

Earlier today, I read a facebook post from a friend of mine, where she listed the top ten albums that were life changing or influential in some way. NOT her favourite albums, but the most influential. Which got me thinking: What has influenced me in my life and why? Well, I just had to blog about it didn’t I? So here is, in no particular order, some books, movies, people and life events that helped shape and mould the person I am today. Continue reading

And one thing leads to another.

So, today. Yeah, today. I was in a foul mood almost all of the hours since my mind awoke from what can only be described as a disturbing dream. And so it followed that I was in foul humour all day long. Yes, America, humour with a U. Deal with it!

Anywhoooo. I spent all day doubting my writing; doubting my choice at turning aside from the mundane but financially secure world of ‘work.’ I picked up my copy of Fastian and even scoffed at it. Yes, I scoffed. I opened my notebook and started flicking through some scribbles and ideas I have gathered together over the years and scowled at the absolute idiocy of some of them. My day gradually began to get worse. Continue reading

New Fantasy and Sci-Fi Review Site

About a month ago I sent a tweet out into the universe, looking for people to review ‘Fastian’ for me. Luckily, I received a few replies and kind offers, and one of those was from Rachel Vaughan (twitter @bibliophony). She was on the verge of setting up a brand new website and I had the pleasure of being the first author to be interviewed and have ‘Fastian’ reviewed.

This is what Rachel had to say about Bibliophony.com

Bibliophony is a website designed to promote the success of quality writing, open the lines of communication between authors and their readers, and find creative ways to enhance the marketability of the science fiction/fantasy genre. Bibliophony is essentially a free online PR resource for authors and an entertaining information spot for readers. There are many promotional opportunities available for authors, as well as activities and events for readers to get involved in. Some of the features that you can expect to see on Bibliophony are book reviews, author readings and signings, author interviews, charity opportunities, giveaways, an annual book drive, unique contests, discussion forums, writing challenges, a humor section, activities for kids, and generally a lot of fun.

I want to wish her all the best and thank her for allowing me to help promote ‘Fastian,’ also.

So, why don’t you guys drop on by and check out the gorgeous new website.
You can read the review of ‘Fastian’ here

And the interview I did for Bibliophony here

An ode to thoughts.

You are not your house, your car or your job.
You’re probably not even a servant of God.
You are not your wealth or your diamond rings,
No my friend, you’re none of these things.

You are not a piece of meat for sale,
Nor are you destined to fail.
You are not a tool for others to use,
to be moulded, shaped and to be abused.

Tax-payer, worker, ant and consumer.
All of these things you are called by your user.
You are none of these if you choose not to be,
so learn how to choose, you learn to be free.

You are thought, you are action, you’re creation unknown.
You are free to live loudly or even alone.
You are emotion and choices are yours to be weaved,
The world is your oyster if you cast off the lead.

The thoughts in your head are the start of creation.
Please use them wisely, they are power not sedation.
They determine your outcome, your rise or your fall.
Treat them like children, learn to love them all.

And once you start thinking for yourself, not for others.
The world will respond, it will be like you’re lovers.
When you’re down, it’s down with you, it mirrors your gloom.
So think carefully my friend and all you ask for will bloom.

Can I say I’m a bestseller now?

As an independent author, huge marketing budgets and campaigns are a thing we can only look on in envy at. These belong to the ‘published’ authors who have managed to snag a five book deal with a six figure signing on fee. (No bitterness … well maybe just a little).

We rely on three things in my opinion. People willing to take a chance with their hard earned money, word of mouth, and most importantly, a damned well written novel. Continue reading

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Neil Gaiman: Yeah, he’s alright.

Had you asked me what I thought of Neil Gaiman a few weeks ago, that would have been my response. I’ve read American Gods and Neverwhere and other novels he has penned, and they are good (don’t get me wrong), but they never stirred in me such excitement and fervour that he seems to illicit from many thousands of people across the globe.

One author who does stir such in me is Patrick Rothfuss, and if you know anything about Patrick, is that he idolises Mr. Gaiman. I’ve never understood it.

Until now, maybe.

I picked up ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’ more out of a need for something new to read rather than it being the next Neil Gaiman novel, and I had to have it. To say I was pleasantly surprised is somewhat of an understatement. In fact, that I’m here writing this post at this moment shows just how impressed and blown over by this novel I am.

It is a masterpiece. And I don’t say that lightly.

Sure, it has all the odd surreal qualities that I never quite understood from his other books, but it is wrapped up in the absolute beauty, innocence, confusion and frustration that it is to be seven years old.

In essence, this book is a fairytale about a boy, written for adults. Let me say that again, this is not a book for children. I think only those of us old enough to look back at being seven years old as a lifetime ago will truly get the majesty of the prose. I could be wrong, but for me, it is the narrators recollections of being seven that is the true beauty of this tale and not the other-wordly magic and adventure that our protagonist gets caught up in.

It is a short read. Easily a book that can be devoured in a day, and might I suggest you read this book in one sitting for I think it will resonate all the better for doing so.

I read constantly. And in my many years as an avid reader I have read thousands of books. Of them, some are good, some are okay and a few have been downright terrible. Some have been great and a tiny fraction have been immense. The Lord of the Rings, The Name of the Wind, The Stand, The Long Walk, To Kill a Mockingbird, Wuthering Heights, Huckleberry Finn, The Faraway Tree, The Chronicles of Narnia, Conversations with God: All of these are in my all time favourite books that have had an affect on me (at various stages of life and for various different reasons) that goes beyond just reading a good story.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane has made it onto that list. I’m sorry for underestimating you Mr. Gaiman.