Patrick Stewart: A genuinely nice man

I feel the need to share a dream with you all.  Last week I was snoozing away and found myself interviewing the above mentioned star.  During the interview we discussed his career and good fortune. Above all else, however, we discussed his luck.  He genuinely deemed himself lucky to be living such an enviable life.  He claimed that there are so many talented actors out there who never get that one chance to prove themselves, and that much of the time it really is a case of nepotism or, basically, the right place at the right time.  This, by the way, has nothing to do with why I consider him to be a genuinely nice man.  It being a dream, I suddenly found myself being chased around a shopping centre by two somewhat infuriated security guards; I couldn't shake them.  I ran about the place in a frenzy and ended up back with Patrick Stewart, who proceeded to trip one of them up for me.  I shook the man's hand and thanked him.  While I was fleeing the scene I thought to myself: "What a genuinely nice man."

More freebies!

   Another quick post just to let everyone know that 'Words to the Wise: Book One (The Awakening)' and 'A Dish Best Served Cold' will be free from Monday 30th until Wednesday 1st.  As a result I'll spend the next few weeks eating the roof of the cardboard box in which I'll most likely be living. I'll be destitute; I'll have no shoes; I'll be cold, so very cold.  It isn't funny, you know.  Don't think for a moment that I can't hear you all laughing.     

Freebie!

Just a quick post before I go blind after staring at this computer screen for hours.  Tomorrow (20th) my novella 'A Dish Best Served Cold' should be free for the day on Amazon.  Take a look.

Note to self: write shorter books

I've started editing Book Three (Sirrenvaag) and I don't mind sharing the fact that I have quite a task ahead of me.  This particular entry into the saga is somewhat huge.  Already my fingers have been gnawed to the knuckle resulting from anxiety.  I began work on the nails some three hours ago when I realised the amount of work there was to do.  It wasn't intentional, of course, since I rely on my fingers for typing, but there you have it.  I'm currently writing this blog using a stick of celery that I have positioned between my teeth, and I hate celery.  I feel as though I've ventured into the garden with a dinner plate and scooped up the surrounds; humans are not supposed to consume this stuff! That said, I'm also writing Book Four at the moment, which probably means I'll have to switch over to cucumber for typing, since it's a well known fact that cucumber is more durable than celery.  Anyway, I feel as though I may have lingered far too long on the subject of celery and cucumber so I'll be brief ... I hate cucumber as well!

Now hear this ... now.

Let it now be said, here and now, that, now, here, being said now, there are interactive contents pages for both Book One and Book Two of the saga ... now.  I've become very flash, you see and, for the time being, I'd like to be referred to as 'Harker the interactive contents page fellow who has interactive contents pages for his saga because he's a fellow of sorts'.  I realise this is rather a long name, but it's only temporary.  To those who have already purchased said books, you can request updated versions from Amazon for free.  That's all for now.

   Yours sincerely, 

                         Harker the interactive contents page fellow who has interactive contents pages for his saga because he's a fellow of sorts.

                       

Well here's a problem.  For the past few days I've been attempting to continue with Book Four, but I have happened upon what I call a slight hindrance.  It isn't writer's block, of course, since if ever I were to experience such a thing I'd merely write a story about it.  Rather this is some trickery of the mind.  Allow me to explain further.  I keep seeing sausage rolls, cheesy footballs and cakes, where instead there should be a computer desk, a keyboard and a monitor.  This may sound a little odd, but I'm currently writing this blog on a huge slice of turkey spattered with cranberry sauce.  I see food and drink everywhere, and I don't believe these sights will cease until Christmas has finished, or until ... oh no, here I go again to Puddlefish:
  
Strange; each corridor in Mackerel's Wash appears to breathe.They expand and contract, and then growing apertures appear in the walls that permit me access to stairways made from dorsal fins generously coated in batter.I've just entered a room full of fish-like folk garbed in boot laces, and who are exhaling noisily in gutteral stutters.Upon mentioning the words "Yule Chocolate log", one of them has shifted forward; it appears as though it may speak ...




... And I'm back again. 


Merry Christmas everyone.

Sirrenvaag - the blurb!

   As the unsightly structures of Sirrenvaag unfurl amidst a dissipating mist, The Wanderer prepares to confront his own past in a town teeming with answers to questions that have plagued him for so many years.   

   Set within the iniquitous town itself, ‘Sirrenvaag’ is the third book in the ‘Words to the Wise’ saga and unearths both a forgotten and discarded fragment of the world.  Faced by the relics of dark myth, insidious cults, menacing prophecies, preternatural discovery and terrifying Truths, The Wanderer begins to learn that even hope has its place amidst the residue of insanity and slaughter.