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Uncanny Kingdom!

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Hey there, Strangers, welcome to 2017!

Man alive, is this year gonna be a big one for me over at Genre Readermy NEW publishing house that I co-run. Yes, aren’t I a bit of a Billy-big-boots?

This year—this month in fact!—will see us begin to launch a big ol’ pile of exciting genre books that you’re gonna love. I won’t get into an exhaustive list or our upcoming titles here, but the first things to launch will be a gaggle of Urban Fantasy books: a bunch of different series set in the same magical universe we call The Uncanny Kingdom.

These books will be super fast-paced, exciting, scary, and, above all, fun. You’re going to love reading these things! 

So, put on your reading trousers and settle down for the best in Urban Fantasy. The Uncanny Kingdom is about to open its doors! 

Why was I in a crap-smeared tunnel underneath London chasing after a fairy? Because fairies aren’t the creatures of delight all those kids books told you about…”

~ Stella Familiar, Familiar Magic

“A crowd gathered around the crash site, hands over their mouths, staring at the devastation before them. Not one of them was looking at me though. It’s like I wasn’t there. Like I was invisible. That’s when the pieces finally fell into place. I couldn’t be seen, I wasn’t injured and I didn’t have a heartbeat. I was a frigging ghost, wasn’t I? No Wayze, Swayze.”

~ Jake Fletcher, Ghosted


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Speak soon, Strangers!

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Revenge of The Lazy Writer

“The Knot Man had a warning to deliver.”



On Friday I declared on Twitter that I would complete the latest draft of Apocalypse over the weekend. Well, it’s Monday, and I’m clearly a big, fat, handsome liar with an ass that’s too legit to quit.

Yeah. I didn’t finish.

The main reason is psychological: I let myself be lazy. I thought I was in a rush, but then nailed down a new schedule for all three parts of the miniseries with my editor, and suddenly I didn’t seem too pressed for time, and so my mind refused to let me finish, because my mind is a lazy son-of-a-turd.

MIND: “Work?! Really?!  Relax, ya’ idiot! You got WEEKS now! Sit back, watch YouTube for a couple of hours.”

ME: “Really? Because I’m kinda close to the end, I should just power through anyway. I’ll feel REALLY good and happy and ace if I get this draft done…”

MIND: “You know what I just heard? ‘Wah-wah-wah’. Like a baby. Like you’re a big, dumb, bearded baby. A freak show baby. Is that what you are? A giggly little freak show baby? How about you let ME do the thinking, buddy?”

ME: “You’re the boss!” *Clicks on YouTube*

So….yeah. That was bad of me. I managed to turn it around a little at the end of Sunday and power through a thousand words, but really I should have had this thing done and dusted. Ah well. It’ll get there this week.

MIND: “Yeah, chuckles, we’ll see about that….”

ME: *falls to knees and screams*



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Hey there, nerds; what’s shaking?

SO! I have a book out soon. This book:


It’s the third (perhaps last) in my Tales From Between series, and it’d be nice if some of you jerks bought it, alright?! It’ll be available for your eyeballs early Feb.

But this isn’t about that, this is about my NEXT book. Last year I wrote an 80,000 word sci-fi/apocalyptic novel called Pollen Fall. I decided it would be next thing I would work on and release, so this year I began to tackle the second draft. Then I decided I’d release it as a six part serial, only to change my mind slightly and decide to put it out as three 30,000 word novellas.

And so I worked, I fiddled, I rewrote-

But then…

But then…

…Something wasn’t quite right and it was niggling at me. I suddenly realised what it was: this wasn’t the sort of story I want to tell right now. It had no fantasy, no supernatural, it was sci-fi. It was a riff on a body snatchers/triffids sort of story, and that’s great, I love those stories, but it felt like it was missing a chunk of my voice right now. And my voice is spooky fantasy.


Did that mean I had to abandon the whole thing?!?

Well, no. Stories can change. I realised, looking at what I had, that I could reframe the whole thing. I could add that strong seam of spooky fantasy sauce that would make this story what I felt like it needed to be to please me.

So that’s where I’m at now, jiggering the hell out of the thing to reshape it. As things stand, it’ll be a trilogy of short books, making up one story. I think it’s a good one.

The title is no longer Pollen Fall, I decided to go for something a little more, how you say…slutty…? By which I mean, no fancy pants, abstract title, but something that will highlight, loud and proud, that this might be the sort of thing a type of reader will want to check out. It has the word ‘apocalypse’ in it.

Ooh, yeah.

I have a set edit date, so I’m going to have to work my bum off to get the thing in shape in time.

Did I mention I have a new book out soon?


I’ll let you know as soon as it’s out there; but in the meantime, back to bringing about the GOD DAMN APOCALYPSE!


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Be My Friend


Hey, Nerd!

Oh, God. I’m so lonely. Just a lonesome little writer in a cold, indifferent world.

I guess there’s no hope for me. Nothing that can be done.




(Just carry on reading, we’re getting to it!)


‘Like’ me on Facebook

Your Mum is probably on Facebook. And your Aunty; she’s sharing slightly dodgy posts about people of other cultures. Well I’m on there, too! ( Offering almost NO racism whatsoever. Sorry.)

Follow the heck out of me on Twitter

At first I thought Twitter was STUPID. Now I’m on there all the time. So maybe it isn’t stupid. Or I’m stupid. Look, SOMEONE is stupid, alright? Follow me, follow you.

Hop aboard my Mailing List

Ooh, I would consider us super best pals if you signed up for this. The kind of pals that would help each other move house!




Be my friend. Be my pal. Oh, sweet holy Space Jesus and Moon Moses, please let us connect…!


So many ways to stay in touch. To be friends. To stalk each other. What a wonderful age to be alive!

That’s it.

Scooping My Brain Up Off The Floor


Hey there, Nerds!

Welp, things have been a little on the slow side this week. The only day I’ve written fresh story words was Monday. But I think I’ve figured it out.

I’ve got a bunch of ideas for different novels (and indeed novel series) that I want to write. This is obviously a good thing. It’s also a bit of a pain as I’ve been attempting to push-start several series at the same time before hitting ‘publish’. This is basically the biggest reason that it’s taken me so long to get any work out there.

The reasoning behind this was pretty sound: if I immediately launch with more than one series,  readers will be more likely to accept and WANT more than one thing from me. I don’t want to be just considered the writer of one series, and then, potentially, have whatever I move onto next be ignored. I want my readers to be up for trying whatever I put out.

The problem right now, is that I’m splitting my brain and time in too many directions, and it’s caused my writing to grind to a halt. The solution was obvious: put aside the second series for the time being and instead concentrate on getting the trio of ‘Tales From Between’ books finished and ready to launch. I can then go back to the second series (which I already have one and a bit books written for) and really focus on it.

This does mean a possible delay in launching this second series, but that’s okay, because I have a couple of short stand alone works almost ready to go that I can dot between my first series releases. Short works that are very different from the ‘Tales From Between’.

So here’s the plan. As it stands. Right now. It will probably change. Plans have a habit of doing that. They’re annoying as balls that way.


In October, I will release ‘A Monstrous Place’. WOO-HOO!

A month later, the second ‘Tale From Between’ will be released, followed by one of the separate stand alone books.

Jan/Feb will see the third ‘Tale From Between’ come out to play, and I’ll then also release an omnibus edition featuring all three. The second stand alone book will also be released.


So, yeah, that seems like enough to be going on with… It should also clue readers into the fact that I’m not just going to be the ‘Tales From Between’ guy. There’s going to be other things thrown at their faces at dangerous speeds, too.

Okay, that works, I can actually get back to writing now.

(Keep your eyes peeled, I’ll have a sneak peek at ‘A Monstrous Place’ up on the site soon.)


That’s it.



A-a-a-a-lmost There…

monsttAs I write this, it’s the first of September. Which means, HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER, MY FIRST BOOK IS PUBLISHED…



October shall be the month when ‘A Monstrous Place’ is FINALLY unleashed onto a cold, indifferent world. Of course, if you’re part of my Mailing List, you’ll be getting the book before it’s officially released. Ain’t you a lucky so-and-so? In fact, you’ll be getting it in just a few short weeks. The eBook file is just in the final stages of being fiddled with, and then it will be all spiffy and sexy and ready for your eyeballs.

It’s been a long time coming. I actually finished the first draft of this novel in February… of last year! So yeah. Been dragging me boots somewhat.


God, I can almost SMELL those disappointing first week sales! Hoo-Wee!

Keep your eyes on this very site for further news and a sneak peek at the first chapter.



How a Story Starts?


Last week, whilst at work and trying to avoid, you know, work, I opened a fresh, white, unsullied Word doc and tip-tapped away for twenty minutes. I’ve not written prose in first person before, so thought I’d give it a go and see what came out.

Here’s what came out.

The start of a story? A quick exercise that I’ll leave unfinished? WHO KNOWS?!

(I haven’t polished this up. If the grammar is wonky, or it reads like crap, SO BE IT.)

(You look lovely today, by the way.)

The Last Woman

I may be the last woman alive, and I’m dancing around in just my undies singing the oldie classic ‘I Think We’re Alone Now’ at the top of my voice. Never took a single dance class. I guess I’ve either gone full fruit-loop (technical term) or I’m trying to distract myself from getting all the way over there. Either way, it’s a bad-ass tune and I do a killer version. TRUTH.




So let’s do a recap for all the listeners at home. It is now day forty-two of my stay here on the Moon. Full bed and board courtesy of NASA. The accommodation is adequate, hell of a view, but geez, the atmosphere here is seriously lacking. (har-dee-har, me so funny!)

Actually, maybe it’s day forty-three. Or fifty. It’s all a bit hazy. I seem to have a chunk of time missing (which yes, is SCARY AS A MOTHER FUCKER), and the computer won’t give me a straight answer. (SCARY AS A MOTHER FUCKER x 1000)

I came here with five other hardy souls. Now there’s just me and I have no idea why.

Kinda sucks. Yeah.


So why on God’s grey moon (ROFL, LOL, PMSL, ETC) am I carrying on filing these mission reports? Maybe they’re just bouncing around, going nowhere. No one to hear them. Just space, space and more fucking space.

I suppose I keep hitting ‘send’ on these things, hoping someone is still receiving them down there. Donne,  or Simon, or whoever. Pete. It was usually you replying to these things before. So I’m gonna go ahead and pretend it’s still you I’m talking to. So how’s it going, Petey? What did you do last weekend? Get lucky? Yeah, I bet you did, you sly dog.

I hope you are getting these reports. And will excuse the bad language. But fuck it, I think the situation gives me a pass, yes NASA?

God I hope someone is hearing me.

But that’s not the whole reason. When I file these reports, for a moment or two, I don’t feel quite so alone. Quite so very obviously far away from anyone else. Quite so obviously fucked. Filing these reports is normal. It’s part of my daily routine. To just let that go… to accept that no one is getting these. No one is going to respond. No one is coming…


No, no, no.


At some point, I’m going to open the door again. I know that.


Okay. Wow. Sorry. Got a bit blue there. Bit down in the dumps. Hey! I am alone on the Moon in the middle of my own personal episode of The Twilight Zone, cut me a little slack, alright Petey? So what was this chicks name? The girl you hooked up with at the weekend? Was she hot? You deserve someone hot, Petey. Someone with a bit of junk in the trunk. Yeah, I know what you like, Petey boy.

Me? Oh, I guess I woke up pressed against the ceiling in an empty base with a killer headache wondering what the fuck was going on, where my crew were, and why no one on Earth wanted to talk to me anymore. So I guess you win that one Petey. I hope you treated her right.


Okay so I kinda have a lot of time alone with my thoughts these days, and I’ve come up with a few possibilities.

NUMBER ONE: I’m dead. Let’s start with the obvious. I’ve seen enough movie and TV shows with this hacky premise. Enough books, too. So I died doing… something. Don’t know what. Maybe the moon habitat was compromised and we all bit the big one. Frank cut his toenails and one of those hoof-chips whizzed right through the wall. Or I went outside and something nasty happened. I got run over by Killen or Talia joy riding in one of the buggy’s, or went out for a wicked hop around the Moon’s surface and didn’t spot a mile deep crevice. That would be typical of me, so lets say that. Death by my own stupidity.

So that’s where I am. Dead as a dead Dodo which is dead. And I guess this is purgatory, otherwise they really oversold this whole Heaven thing. Unless this is Hell, I guess. The knocks on the door. I… no, no, no: OKAY! Let’s get back on track, let’s not think about that right now.

So- Number One: I’m dead. If that’s it, then okay. It sucks, but at least I’m still me and aware. Things could be worse.

NUMBER TWO: ALIENS! Don’t laugh at me Petey.

I’m in some sort of Human Zoo being watched through a two-way mirror by bug-eyed monsters from the planet Zigilig 3. (Nice place to visit, wouldn’t wanna live there.)

NUMBER 3: I’m in the Matrix. Self explanatory.

NUMBER FOUR: Fuck knows. Something freaky and scary that ain’t gonna end well for your plucky heroine.

Sure be nice to hear your thoughts on my ideas, Petey. Maybe you’ve got some ideas of your own. I’ll be here waiting if you wanna run any past me.




And that’s the end of that. I wonder what’s going on? Will I carry this story on? Only future me, and possibly Space Jesus, know for sure.

That’s it.