Welcome, dear reader, to my blog. That’s right, I have a blog now. Recently, I found myself suffering from blog envy and, as we all know, there’s only one cure for that. Get blogging. Whether anyone asked you to or not.
I can’t promise this is going to be a weekly thing. Or monthly. I guess that all depends on how well the writing is going and just how distracting the world beyond my keyboard becomes. I can’t promise it’ll be much more than me talking about myself either. There might be some book and film reviews of a sort in there. Or some hype and hope for the many talented people I’m lucky enough to know. Still, I’ll do my best to make this as interesting as I can and keep you posted on exactly where me and my brain are when it comes to co-existing on a daily basis and telling stories. I’ll try and make some good points along the way and be as open with you as I can. If I can do that, then I think we’re off to a good start.
Brace yourselves, people.
As of last Sunday, all of my work previously published by Kensington Gore is no longer available on Amazon. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
If you’ve previously bought yourself any of those novellas, collections or novels then, first of all, I’d like to say thank you. Secondly, here’s a piece of good news for you: you’re now the proud owner of what we can officially label a first edition.
Read MoreEither last week’s blog is incredibly late or this week’s blog is incredibly early. I’ll leave it up to you to decide. I’ve got other things to try and worry about. Like, for example, where to begin? Seriously, where do you start something like this? Last Thursday, in a little pub near the ring roads of Birmingham, I got on a stage in front of friends and family and launched my second horror novel. Which is not to say I threw a book at my friends at family. Well, not physically anyway.
Read MoreMaths has never been my strong suit. Hence the fact this isn’t The Blank Graph Paper. Still, for all my leaning on a calculator, I remember the basics. I know, for example, 19 + 7 = 26. Or, to put it another way:
It’s a week to my book launch!
A great big hello hug to you from all of us here at The Blank Page Marketing Department!
As you’ll probably remember, we contacted you last month about organising some sort of trailer for your upcoming book launch. We sent you an email, a letter and a singing telegram. So far, we can’t help but notice we’ve not heard back from you yet. We were really looking forward to a sung reply.
Some weeks, you just can’t win. It’s not right, it’s not fair. They're the horrendous traffic jam when you're already late. They're the one email or customer that is going to totally derail your plans to get through Monday unscathed. The large, slow moving spider that appears as the shampoo starts to sting your eyes. It’s basically some sort of event horizon conjured by statistics and chance.
Read MoreBefore Fluff became available to buy. Before May Day appeared in Britain and mysteriously brought with it the one thing we British were never expecting, sun. Before I walked out of a cinema and declared Infinity War to be one of the best blockbuster experiences I’ve had the pleasure to enjoy, the universe taught me a valuable lesson.
Read MoreThis is it, people. This is not a drill. The second novel is out. Which is crazy. I’ve managed to write another one. Three decades on this planet, two novels published. That’s not bad when you consider the whole first decade and some of the second was spent primarily being forced to learn things in various classrooms.
“So, where did this new novel come from,” I hear you ask. “And what’s with the pink rabbit?”
I guess it’s time I properly introduced you to Fluff.
This is a blog about nothing. Seriously. I’m not joking. This isn’t a ploy. This isn’t a device. I was ill at the end of last week and I’ve spent the last few months rewriting the same novel-length story three times, over and over again. It’s very possible that the last month has driven me ever so slightly mad.
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