Sunday, June 14, 2015

Idle Musings

Not  too long ago writing came pretty easily to me. My head was bursting with ideas, I was prolific, and often there seemed to be a direct link between brain and keyboard; all I had to do was sit down and type. I remember my late friend Joel Lane saying to me that he sometimes felt I was simply transcribing the tales that sat fully formed in my mind.

These days it isn't as easy. Something happened, the connection frayed. Now writing is dificult; I struggle to get the words onto the page. I have two deadlines this month: an essay about a Nigel Kneale scripted film and a short story for a chapbook. I'm scared that both of these projects will turn out to be shit, or that I'll simply fail to finish them. I never used to worry too much about the latter, just followed the muse and believed that every piece of writing would be finished in time. But now that fear is a barrier between me and the completion of a project. One I must either navigate around, climb over, or kick the fuck down.

I'm still too afraid to resume working on the novel. It sits there mocking me, laughing at my procrastination. Maybe getting those other two projects finished will give me the energy to wipe the smug smile off its face. Perhaps writing this blog is in itself an act of defiance and will bolster my armoury for the battle. I hope so. The little bastard is starting to annoy me.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Cover and a Hike

Below is the almost-finalised cover for The Grieving Stones, a new novella to be published by Spectral Press early in 2016. I think the addition of the stylised text really makes this one pop.


 

In other news, I'm part of a small team doing the Severn Trent Water Mountain Challenge on 11th July. We aim to complete the 30-mile hike in 12 hours for the WaterAid charity. Any donations would be greatly appreciated. Just follow the link to donate to either me or the team as a whole:

http://my.wateraidfundraising.org.uk/PersonalPage.aspx?registrationID=486632&langPref=en-CA&Referrer=direct%2fnone

Friday, May 22, 2015

The Grieving Stones

Artwork (c) David Verba
 
 
Early 2016 will see the publication of my new 30,000-word novella, The Grieving Stones.
 
Click on this link to the publisher's website for more details:

Spectral Press
 
Above you will see the cover art, by the remarkable David Verba. It's surreal, ambiguous, abstract - three things I really love. Hopefully the story will do this artwork justice.

The novella was the last thing of substance I managed to produce before a form of writer's block stopped me writing for a lengthy period of time. I know now it was simply part of my creative process - an unfortunate lull in my creativity, during which I needed to refill the well. At the time, it felt like the end of my world.
 
I remember editing the piece on holiday in Menorca last summer. At the time, I'd hoped the editing process would help clear the creative block, but that didn't happen. Thankfully I'm writing again, but the memory of working on this story is a painful one. Every word felt like it was ripped out of me; each page was another layer of skin being torn from my body. It was hard work, but I'm proud of the finished novella. Things that are toughest to write often end up being your favourite pieces. The struggle makes the end product that little bit more worthwhile. That's how it works for me, anyway.


Sunday, May 17, 2015

Scramble

Yesterday I was in Grasmere, the Lake District with some work colleagues. We did a 13-mile hike, which involved climbing a peak called Pavey Ark via a Grade 1 scramble known as Jack's Rake. The scramble was my favourite part of the trip - climbing up a gulley along the side of the huge rock, a fatal drop on one side and a cliff face on the other. I scampered up there like a giddy little monkey, finding hand and foot holds with ease and often simply pulling myself over tricker parts. A big smile plastered across my face.

Marvellous fun.

It struck me that such a location would be a great setting for a hard-edged horror story. I can't think of any horror films or novels set there, although that doesn't mean it hasn't been done. I have that vague tingling at the back of my mind that oftend signals the beginning of a writing project - a novella, maybe, perhaps about a group of people on a walking trip who stumble across something more ancient than even the hills, and disturb its slumber. If nothing else, the research would be immensely enjoyable.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Something's Coming




"I needed no memento or keepsake of this ridiculous night-time ritual. I knew even then it was simply the beginning of something greater; the first throes of a cosmic convulsion that would tear the world apart. But the truth was that Tina had already abandoned me a long time ago. Everything else was just the aftermath."

- Necropolis Beach
   (W.I.P.)

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Slow-going

Not much to report on the writing front. I'm still struggling with this creative block - so much now that I'm starting to fear it might be a permanent thing. All I can do is ride it out and hope for the best. In the meantime, I'll try to work on stories I've been asked to submit and see if I can get at least a couple of them finished. I'll also keep prodding and poking at the new novel, looking for a way in. If this year proves as creatively impoverished as last year, I might just just hang up my spurs and call it a day.

In other news, it was announced yesterday that Spectral Press will publish a new novella of mine to celebrate their 5th anniversary as a publisher. The novella is already written; it's one I'm very proud of. More details to follow.

In the meantime, here's a beautiful painting. I've always loved this and only recently found out what it was called and the name of the artist.


The Wanderer above the Mists (1817-18 - Caspar David Friedrich)

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Year

So that was 2014.

As years go, it wasn't exactly a great one, but it was far from the absolute personal nightmare of 2013. In terms of my writing, it wasn't an easy 12 months. I spent most of the year wrestling with a dreadful creative block, managing to squeeze out a handful of short stories and a novella but stalling completely on the novel.

With this in mind, I've already christened 2015 The Year of Getting Stuff Done. I'm working on a novel, tentatively titled PLAYING IN THE DARK, that is part of a plan to kill off the creative block. I'm hoping to grade for my karate black belt before the end of the year. My wife and I have decided to move house one final time - an upgrade, a bigger house with the extra space we've suddenly found that we need these days. I'm approaching 2015 with cautious optimism. The world remains a grim, dark, dangerous place and I still feel that we're locked into some kind of endgame as a species...but I continue to strive to make my own little corner of this existence the safest and brightest place that I can for the ones I love.

I hope the coming year is kind to all my family, friends, and readers. Peace to you all.