Posts in 2018
The Fluff Launch - What's a good word for Aftermath?

Either 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.

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Here comes the Fluff

This 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.

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Stampede

WARNING: The following blog was written by a sleep deprived horror writer.  There will be rambling and a certain lack of sense.  Also, there may be some typos and errors.  If you do find any, then cherish them.  Think of them like seeing the brushstrokes that make up the painting.  Apparently there are other typos on this website, but the exhausted author would like to point out this is all free.

MESSAGE ENDS

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The Old Man and The Cinema

I’ve always loved the cinema.  It started with the first movie I ever went to see.  My dad took me to the grand old, art deco Odeon that used to sit in central Leicester to watch the newly re-issued Jungle Book.  It blew me away.  The deep reaching perspective of Kipling’s jungle in the credits.  The moody atmosphere that seemed to lurk in the opening few scenes and the sheer, wild delight that took its place until a certain tiger cornered a boy amongst dying trees, the flames spread and I was made to believe a heroic slob of a bear had died.

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