Wednesday, 28 August 2019

The Dead Room - Audible release

Hey, hey. Still dealing with personal life stuff but when it comes to the words, I'm very happy to say the Audible release of The Dead Room is now out. The narrator has done a stunning job with my tale so I'm chuffed.

This is my second release to make it to an audiobook version (The Unredeemed being the other) which is a definite result.

Link below.

Be well, people.

The Dead Room Audible

Saturday, 3 August 2019

Real life

You know those days or weeks where things go wrong? As in, stuff out of your hands all fucking up at the same time?

Yeah.

I'm not going into great detail here (it's not the time or place) - enough to say a lot of issues over which I have next to no control have all gone down the bog in recent weeks. And in all honesty, I'm not out of the woods yet. There'll be some changes in my personal life to come which might mean less time for writing. I hope that isn't the case but I really don't know. In any case, I've finished the second draft of my current book (two working titles are fighting to be the winner), so I'm letting that rest while I take care of real life business. Also, I'm writing a non-fiction piece for a horror publisher who are putting together a collection of essays about the genre. Outside of that, I don't think there'll be any new stuff on the horizon for a little while. I'll still be writing but perhaps at a reduced rate. Once I know more, I can come up with a plan to balance the work and the rest of my life.

In the meantime, it would really help me out if you'd spread the word about my books or even buy one and post an honest review. Thankee sai.

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Long days and pleasant nights.

Sunday, 7 July 2019

The Mouth At The Edge Of The World now available

Remember ages back I mentioned my short story The Mouth At The Edge Of The World? Well, I'm pleased to say the collection featuring it has now been published. You can get Weirdbook 41 over here:

Weirdbook41

It's got some great authors (as well as me, obviously) so I hope you enjoy. And it's just dawned on me I don't have any other short stories on the horizon. Hmm. Suppose I better do something about that once I finish my current book.


Saturday, 22 June 2019

Memory is a funny thing

I've got a pretty decent memory - not for anything that might be useful, but more for seemingly inconsequential stuff, so it was a shock the other day when a friend posted a few old photos on Facebook because I'm in a couple and I have no recollection of them being taken. Admittedly, they're pushing twenty-five years old and I'm not as young as I used to be, but part of me still thought I should have remembered them. I suppose being nearly 42 isn't 17 and the frozen seconds in those photos is a long time ago. The good thing is I'm still friends with some of the people in the shots. Others, we've lost touch since the mid 90s which is just life.

A few minutes after seeing the shot below, I thought of a scene in my book Hometown that could have been inspired by the photo. As I don't remember the photo, it wasn't. But yeah, I think maybe it was. Because something in me remembered.

She pulled the album free and let it fall open to a double page spread of pictures. At once, grief filled her just as joy did.
‘Geri,’ she whispered and traced her fingertip over Geri’s smile and her face. The shot was from a night in a pub, probably around the time she and Andy had left for university. In the photo, Geri was smiling and lifting a drink to her mouth, Mick beside her with two fingers held up to the camera and his tongue sticking out. In the photo beside it, Mick had lowered his hand, Geri’s drink was at her mouth and not quite obscuring her smile as Mick kissed her cheek.
Karen’s tears pattered on the picture and she let them fall, smiling as she studied the other photos. They didn’t appear to be in any order. Shots of their late teen years sat with older shots of Geri and her family when she’d been twelve or so, then shots from university life. Karen turned the page to photos of childhood pets: a large black and white cat, one ear tucked under his head and a paw reaching towards the camera; a border collie pup chasing a ball in the garden. She turned the page again and her gaze immediately fell on a photo in the top right.
It was all of them. She sat beside Geri on a school table. Stu was on Geri’s other side, Mick beside him, and Will in front of Geri, her hand on his shoulder with Andy squeezing into frame beside Will.
Others had crammed into the shot and while she could name all of them, she knew they weren’t part of the photo in the same way she, Geri and the boys were. Maybe they knew it, too. A few were smiling, but most were looking out of shot or at each other. She touched Geri’s hand on Will’s shoulder and there was no jealousy. Seeing them together in such a perfect moment was exactly as it should be.

Saturday, 1 June 2019

New review for The Dead Room

Nice start to my weekend - an excellent review for The Dead Room from Char's Horror Corner. As I've said roughly eight million times, reviews are essential for writers especially ones like me without an agent and big publishers. So, if you can spare a few honest words for The Dead Room (or any of my books for that matter), it would be a massive help.

Review

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

Another guest post

Meant to link to this other day but I've been getting stuck into the second draft of my new book. Cry your pardon. In any case, here's another guest post from me. This one is courtesy of the excellent writer Laura Mauro (seriously, you need to check out her stuff. Naming The Bones is superb). Follow the link below for some thoughts on horror, violence against women in fiction and a bit about The Dead Room.

GUEST POST

Thursday, 2 May 2019

A new guest post

I've got a guest post up over at Kendall Reviews which is jolly. Well, it's all about the end of the world so it's not that jolly. Anyway, you can read it here - rambling thoughts on the apocalypse, The Dead Room and writing in general.