So I've cracked the first chapter of my new novel, The Concrete Grove. 3,500 words. A nice scene-setter, featuring a derelict tower block, a maudlin fourteen year-old girl and scary hummingbirds. Yes, that's right: hummingbirds. I aim to be remembered as the man who made the cute little buggers into icons of horror...
I've also had the urge to write some new short stories. I've been focusing on novels alone for the past eight months, so it'll be nice to create something shorter. I haven't a clue where I'll send them when I'm done, but I have a few ideas buzzing around (hummingbird-like) in my head. Watch this space for any announcement regarding where these new tales find a home...and keep watching the skies for scary hummingbirds. They're out there, you know. And they want your blood.
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