Love and Space Dust

Timeless poetry of feeling and emotion, Love and Space Dust carries readers on a journey through love, life and relationships and then far beyond, into the stars and the far flung galaxies.

Love As The Stars Went Out

Poems of love, feeling and emotion, the collection encompasses all of life, and even beyond. Simple and elegant, the book contains all the poetry of existence.

Could You Ever Live Without?

"So many people become songs and poetry but will never know. Our world is full of the ghosts of unspoken words and memories." A poetry anthology. Life, heartbreak, hope and desolation - the anthology is of existence and experience.

Death's Door - A Novella of Life, Love and Death.

"She was like the dawn, insubstantial and somehow transient, as though she would fade from reality at any moment.” A love story that crosses even the borders between life and death.


Strings is a short story set inside a circus. It is a story about what it is to be alive and the thoughts, the feelings and the complexities which accompany being a real, living person.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Said Isn't Dead.

There is a large school of thought on the internet nowadays which suggests that “said is dead.” A quick google search of that term will bring up a whole plethora of websites proclaiming with deranged fervour that the word said is not only dead but outright evil, responsible for global warming and most if not all of the world’s tragedies. The logic is very simple: writers shouldn’t use the word “said” to highlight dialogue, they should use another word instead. Those very same websites which proclaim the demise of the word “said” usually offer a long list of alternatives which are apparently better, words like “bellowed” or “screamed” or “exulted.” In actual fact you probably don’t even need to do a google search to find these pages - anyone with even a transient interest in writing will probably have seen the charts of “said” alternatives splattered across Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, bus stops and aeroplanes. They call them "cheat sheets" because what the world needs is even more stupid buzz words and meaningless phrases.

This is just so wrong in so many ways. Partly because it is just the latest in a long line of internet fads filled with pointless buzz words and pseudo expertise, but mainly because it ruins writing. The problem is the ridiculous array of words offered as alternative. Words like “spat,” “grunted” or “erupted” are sound and pleasing words but when used instead of “said” they become stupid to the point of being outright hilarious. The whole purpose of dialogue tags is that they are supposed to be invisible. In sections of dialogue the important part is the dialogue, everything else is superfluous. This is why writers are often given the very, very valid advise of not interrupting dialogue with descriptions of how people moved or, for example that they “took a long drink of ice cold beer” and instead are told simply to let the dialogue flow. During periods of dialogue no matter how short, all of the attention is on the dialogue. The purpose of the dialogue tags is to be invisible. They are the ninjas of the writing world: hidden but effective. They are a utility.

Nothing is more invisible than the word “said,” which is probably the most innocuous word in the history of the universe, alongside maybe “nice.” Your eye passes over the word “said” without even thinking about it and returns to the dialogue, keeping you firmly imbedded in the conversations of the characters. That’s what important. You can likely discern how a character would have said a certain word from the dialogue itself and if not, words like “shouted” and “whispered,” equally as inconspicuous, are more than sufficient. Incidentally, this isn’t anything like the advice to remove the word “very” from your writing, because this is good sound advice. “Exhausted” instead of “very tired” obviously adds something, “devastated” instead of “very sad” clearly adds something too: swapping said for “erupted” adds nothing other than unintentional hilarity. Not only is using these words over the top and ridiculous, but it actively damages the story, the writing and most of all the dialogue. It distracts the reader. It takes them out of the conversation. It takes their attention away from the most important thing: what the characters are actually saying.

It’s honestly almost hilarious to read websites telling writers to use words like “grunted” or “snuffled” (all of which are supposedly viable and better alternatives to the word “said”) - all this succeeds in doing is transforming your carefully constructed array of characters into a bunch of farmyard animals, guzzling and sniffling their way through the story. This is in fact quite easily proved. Take any well know, famous and well respected book such as War and Peace and then go through a passage replacing every instance of the word “said” with one of the words suggested by those websites or the stupidly named “cheat sheets.” Watch in awe as the once masterpiece is transformed into a dreadful, unreadable mess. Listen and marvel as Tolstoy begins doing incandescent cartwheels of rage beneath the earth.

This is what War and Peace would have sounded like had Tolstoy spent all day on the internet telling people how to write instead of actually writing books himself. It’s also proof of how internet fads, the buzz words and the in vogue trends, should be treated with the upmost suspicion and ignored on first sight until common sense can properly analyse them. Writing has been going on for a lot longer than the internet, a lot longer than internet bloggers, a lot longer than social media and basically a lot longer than all these people who are suddenly making up new and inexplicable rules. I’ve always said that there are no writing rules and of course nothing is set in stone, but there is writing that sounds good, and writing that sounds bad. Replacing “said” with ridiculous words sounds bad, and so it must be bad. Getting your words off a “cheat sheet” from a dubious source also sounds weird, and probably is, but each to their own. The use of the word “said” as the most common and best dialogue tag, and it will continue to be long after this latest trend has been confined to the grave.

To summarise, “said” isn’t dead - it’s alive and well, but in typical fashion it is not throwing itself into the limelight, taking millions of selfies and uploading them to Instagram. It is going about its business quiet and unnoticed, which is why it’s best at its job, and why other words usually aren’t good enough, no matter how spectacular they sound. “Blabbered” and “exalted” may well be the rockstars of the word world, flashy and impressive, but they are dreadful dialogue tags. If you’re writing dialogue, “said” is fine 99% of the time - in fact it’s more than fine, it’s perfect. Dialogue tags are supposed to be invisible. Unless of course you’re writing an epic, novel length version of Old McDonald’s farm, in which case a little snorting and snuffling won’t go amiss.

So if you would like to quote me, quote me thus:

“Said isn’t dead” I caterwauled.

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Saturday, 3 October 2015

Project One Million

I’m aiming to sell a million eBook copies of my short story Strings. Here’s why, and how I’m hoping to do it.

When I was very young I always dreamed of being a writer, and on October 1st I will be embarking on what is certainly my biggest writing challenge yet: I am aiming to sell one million eBooks. On the first day of the month I will be releasing a short story called Strings - it’s about 15,000 words and I think it is the best thing I have ever written. It’s certainly one of my favourites. It won’t be available as a paperback or as a hard copy at all, but eBooks will be available on the Amazon Kindle, as well as on the Nook and iBookstore in time, and also as a general PDF available directly from me. The price will be $2.99 and I will be doing everything in my power to get the story known, to entice readers and reach that huge milestone which seems almost like a dream. The undertaking is so huge that for me it is difficult to comprehend, but it is possible. Lots of writers have sold a million eBooks, and some of them have been self published too. There are a lot of reasons that I want to do this, and I will talk a little more about that later, as well as how I will be involving the writing community on Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook with blog posts, videos etc, but needless to say the main reason is that this would be a dream come true, it would be writing on a huge scale and it would be be fulfilling an ambition I have held for a very long time. I have often said that the best part of having published books is knowing that someone, somewhere, could be reading them right now. I could be eating or sleeping or just sat here typing this and someone could be reading one of my books. That is an incredible, almost surreal feeling. I can’t even imagine how amazing it would feel to know that I have a million readers. I’ll be blogging and video blogging my way through the process too, because this is almost a narrative in itself. If I succeed the videos and the posts will be something to look back on - souvenirs in a way. 

So that is my aim, because no matter how difficult a thing seems its even more difficult if you don’t even try. And this will be difficult. I have looked at how many authors have sold a million eBooks and it isn’t a huge number - even less if you count authors who published only as an eBook. It is, however, definitely possible, and I feel like I have learned enough about writing books as a business as well as an art to make it something which is achievable. The story will cost $2.99 on the Amazon Kindle and all in other formats, and I will be doing my best to ensure that it’s available to the maximum number of people on as many platforms as possible. Social media; Tumblr, Facebook and Twitter will obviously play a very big part in this too - and I think that over the years of publishing other books I have learned a lot about that side of things. I know how to advertise, to publicise and most importantly how to actually sell books using social media - all of this will be vital. Social media is the present and the future for all writers, and this will be a great way to test out just how far it can reach, and how effective it can be. To help me towards this aim I will be having free book giveaways of some of my other works, signed copies, all sorts of competitions. Hopefully it will be a very proactive process that all of my followers can be involved in and benefit from, not just in terms of prizes but in terms of the blog posts and the videos. I will obviously be learning a lot about how best to publicise books, about publishing, eBooks, Amazon, Kindle, advertising and everything to do with the selling of books. I will be passing this knowledge on, and hopefully we can all learn something about the job of being an author by the end. The most important thing with any type of book publicising drive is to keep the buzz alive at all times - be it through giveaways, through videos, through promotions: that is what I will be doing. 

Of course there is a financial element to this too. There is a strange taboo about making money in the arts. It has somehow become a stigma. We celebrate the high end, big earners like J.K Rowling in writing or Taylor Swift in music, but at the lower end there is the perception that artists of any kind shouldn't be concerned with cold, hard currency or even with making a living. We should be suffering artists. We should be doing it for love. We should be doing it for art. Which of course we are, but the strange thing is that doing something for the love of doing it, and making a living from it are somehow treated as though they are mutually exclusive. Of course they aren’t. This is why the arts are the only industry in which you can be paid in “exposure” instead of currency - the only industry where you are in fact expected, almost obligated, to offer your services for free simply because you are in the arts. Part of this is due to the fact that there is still the underlying sense that anything involving the arts, from musicians to writers, is not actually a “proper” job - a huge number of people still consider writing for anyone as just a hobby. I am not ashamed to admit that selling one million eBooks would make me around 2 million dollars, or 1.2 million pounds in my own currency. I am not ashamed to admit that that would change my life in a huge and desirable way. Furthermore I am not ashamed to admit that all writers deserve to and should be striving to make large sums of money. In no other industry outside the arts would anyone be expected to discard all thoughts of income. If you were applying to become a lawyer, a plumber, a doctor, a teacher - anything in fact - you would look at pay levels, at salary and potential for promotion to improve your quality of living, your future and the future of any family you may or may not have. It isn’t greed to want to be paid for your work, it’s ambition, and ambition isn’t the dirty word that many would have us believe. 

Of course money isn’t the only or even the main concern, in the same way that anyone taking a dream job does so with more than money in mind - they do it because they love it. If we all wanted to be millionaires we could go into some soul crushing job like working whole days on the stock exchange and accepting the life expectancy reducing stress that comes with such a career. It’s about doing something which I love, making a living from that and making a brighter future from it too. So yes, of course this is about money, and so it should be, but it’s about far more than money, just as it should be. It would be incredible to say that I have made a good life doing what I love to do more than anything else. It’s also about putting into practice everything I have learned over the years about writing, publicising and selling books. I want to focus on something that’s very difficult to do: I want an incredibly difficult goal and then to accomplish that goal through hard work. There can’t be many better feelings in life than that. 

And above all else, if I can sell a million eBooks, why can’t you too? Hopefully by the end of this we will have found out that you and any writer can accomplish great things if they work hard enough, try hard enough and believe in themselves. That is the underlying aim here: to prove that hard work, dedication and determination can eventually lead to success.

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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Strings - A Short Story.

“Nobody was quite sure when or how the puppets took on a life of their own, but there was no doubt that they had. The first sign of strife was stark and profound. The puppet master was found dead, garrotted with the strings which had once manipulated his puppets.”

Strings is a short story set inside a circus. It is a story about what it is to be alive and the thoughts, the feelings and the complexities which accompany being a real, living person. It's tragic, surreal, comical and insightful all at once, and it evokes an atmosphere of peculiar unease which permeates the circus, the town, the entire world of the story and every word. It asks what it is to be alive, what we can do with this strange and mysterious thing called life, and how we can find purpose.

When three circus puppets are inexplicably given life inside a fairground Big Top, bloodshed and chaos quickly ensue. In the aftermath of three murders, and trapped inside the circus by a ring of police, the puppets are driven deeper into the circus and forced to face themselves, the threat of their own destruction and all the strange terrors of life and living.

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Sunday, 31 May 2015

Death's Door - Out Now!

My new novella, Death's Door is out now and available to buy as both a paperback and an eBook! This is the first piece of prose that I have published in some time, and I am very excited to see it finally out there in the world!

"She was like the dawn, insubstantial and somehow transient, as though she would fade from reality at any moment.”

A novella of love, life and death.

Every day the villagers watch as Death, a spectral suit of black armour mounted upon a horse, rides through the valley beneath their mountain top home. After a lifetime living on the edge of Death’s domain, his close proximity is neither terrible or threatening, rather he has become a simple fact of life and a familiar neighbour. Nothing seems to change until one night a young boy, alone in the meadows beneath a summer moon, watches a mysterious figure in white approaching the village through the tall grass.

That fateful night culminates in a love story that crosses the borders between the village and the valley, childhood and adulthood, and even life and death.

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Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Out Now! Love As The Stars Went Out.

My third poetry anthology - Love As The Stars Went Out, is available to purchase today!

Containing over 100 original poems, Love As The Stars Went out is the follow up to Could You Ever Live Without? and Love and Space Dust.

The book is out now and available to purchase as both a paperback and eBook - a full list of availability can be found here. Signed copies are available here.

"How strangeTo dream of you
Even when
I am wide awake."

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Friday, 2 January 2015

The God and the Bridge

   Once upon a time there was a God and a mountain. From his sky high throne The God would gaze down upon creation through contented eyes, watching as men and women no larger than ants scuttled this way and that as they eased themselves into the reality of their existence. In these first, halcyon days of civilisation the God would occasionally intervene. Sometimes he would see fit to speak to his people directly, at other times he would deliver a prophet into their midst or, if the fancy took him, he would perform impressive miracles. The God would part the clouds with a breath, and smile as the people constructed temples in his honour, burned incense and whispered prayers into the deep blue of the sky. Imperious above the city, the mountain itself became a shrine, and worshippers congregated beneath its unassailable slopes to lay flowers, emblems, and chant the name of their deity. In the dead of the night lanterns would be lit and given to air so that they drifted up to the summit in his honour. The God was satisfied. He saw no reason to continue his interventions and miracles, for the people seemed both able to care for themselves, and devoted enough to continue his worship without any coaxing. Instead he took more permanently to the seclusion of his mountain top retreat, where he remained in uncommunicative silence, peering down the slope into that very first settlement which would, in time, grow into a great capital city of criss-crossing roads and sky scrapers striving for the heavens.

The civilisation did indeed grow and swell, glutted upon time, learning and progress. Outlaying villages took root, flourished into towns and then cities in their own right. The population spread ever further from its cradle, and entire settlements beyond the gaze of the God sprung spontaneously into life. All the while, he watched the city with fascination as it grew masterful in engineering, in medicine, in writing, in sciences and the arts. Centuries as fleeting as moments sped by and the metropolis bore little resemblance to that first sculpted at the hands of its creator. His worship continued, albeit without the dedicated zeal of those early, long dead men and women, but the God was unconcerned, and reclined quite happily upon his throne. So much time had elapsed since his last intervention that it seemed improper to make a sudden and dramatic return to the world of the mortals. Besides, the people still recalled him. There were great cathedrals amongst the sky scrapers, the same prayers of old were spoken, and the same hymns. For many centuries events proceeded in this easy manner. The God was untroubled and carefree, until one day he caught sight of something monstrous: the people were building a bridge.

This development had gone unnoticed for some time. The God had been lost in contemplation, and when he finally lowered his gaze to the city, many of the foundations of the bridge were already firmly in place. Great pillars as tall as skyscrapers were nestled amongst the cities rooftops and long, metal sheets had been placed on top to form the beginnings of a gigantic bridge. The God rose to his feet and hurried to the edge of the summit. He squinted through the clouds in disbelief, but there was no denying the truth. The bridge was constructed at such an angle that upon completion it would stretch from the city streets up to the mountain top. As though they sought to hide this appalling vision from him, the clouds quickly crowded between the God and the ground, but he blew them aside and continued to stare, wide eyed and aghast, as machines and workers toiled away on the bridge even as he watched. Appalled at this new and unexpected blasphemy, the God staggered back from the edge and seated himself on his throne, but even from there the foundations of the bridge were plainly visible. The God was shaken. At first he put his head in his hands and wondered whether he would weep, but in time sorrow at this strange insult quickly transformed to rage, and he paced furiously about the mountain top, kicking the rocks and beating his fists against the air until a mighty tempest was stirred. 

“Ah!” he cried as he saw the winds rising “This is a pleasing omen. I will smite them and reduce their bridge to ash!”

The God had worked himself into a fine frenzy of aggression, and the idea of smiting struck him as especially enticing. The more he considered it, though, the less appealing it became. Incalculable spans of time had elapsed since he had last intervened in the lives of the mortals. He had not smote anything or anyone for longer than he could recall. Perhaps this was no time for panic after all. To deliver a mighty thunderbolt or raise an inferno would only heap fuel upon their curiosity for the mountain top, and he would find himself knocking down a new bridge every day.

“And besides” he thought “I am safe up here. It will take them many lifetimes to build a bridge as tall as this mountain. By then something will have happened to change their minds.”

In the first of his predictions the God was proved correct, for the building of the bridge could not be completed in a single generation. His second prognosis was sorely inaccurate though, for nothing occurred to bring about a monumental change in the heart’s of the people, and they continued to build. After the initial flurry of activity the construction of the bridge slowed, but never ceased. Successive generations added further pillars, and the structure ascended ever higher, drawing closer and closer to the mountain top. Stricken alternately with sorrow and fury, the God could only pace about his palace, both raging at and lamenting the audacity of the people beneath him. In his more lucid moments he noted how the number of places of worship in the city were dwindling, and he was well aware that they were doing so in direct correlation to the progress and size of the bridge. Many centuries had vanished into dust since one of the lanterns had fluttered up to the mountain top, and nor had there been tributes or shrines at its base for longer than he dared recall. Despite all this, the God still harboured the rapidly diminishing hope that something dramatic would change the people’s minds, that they would run out of money or enthusiasm and the abhorrent project would cease before it reached him. 

On one particularly frightful day the bridge finally pierced the clouds, so that the God was no longer even granted the peace of mind usually associated with an overcast sky. It was on this day that he finally surrendered all hope of the abandonment of the bridge, for the project had already spanned many generations. The bridge was so near to the mountain top now that he could see the workers as they toiled. No longer the size of ants, it would not be long until he would be able to hear their voices and discern their features. For the briefest of moments the God was genuinely afraid, and from that day forward he fell into a deep melancholy. The bridge continued its inexorable and inevitable advance until it was level with the mountain top. Supported by gigantic concrete pillars of ascending height, it towered up first through the clouds and then into the dizzying depths of the pale blue heavens. It would only require a few more days of labour to finally cross the divide and deliver the people into the abode of the God, who could scarce believe his eyes, for the people had erected a structure equal in stature to his mountain. There was no way to avert the oncoming tragedy, and as the final stages of construction fell seamlessly, easily into place, the God slumped miserably and helplessly into a corner and commenced his wait for the inevitable with a heavy heart. 

“If they are coming to destroy or depose me” he said aloud, his voice faltering “Then they shall find themselves in all kinds of peril.”

Even the God had lost faith in his words though, and before long the final sections of the bridge were in place, forging a direct link between the earth and the mountain top. The dreadful moment had finally arrived and the God recoiled, half in horror, half in anger, as the first human steps were set upon his plateau. The eyes of the mortal darted this way and that, fell squarely upon the God but seemed to gaze directly through him. There was no wide eyed awe, no gasp of exhilaration - there was certainly no divine admiration, only a blank, faintly disappointed stare and a frown.

“Why, there is nothing here” said the human.

Almost at once, there was a woman at his side. She too looked directly at the God and then around, her eyes passing over the pillars, the throne and all the sumptuous glories of the Heavenly palace.

“It is as I have always suspected: nothing” she said miserably “Come and admire our folly, for it is just a mountain top like any other.”  

At this beckoning call, a mass of people came pouring across the bridge and a crowd began to gather. Men, women and children, some of whom the God recognised as having been directly involved in the construction of the bridge, rushed across it and thronged about the mountain top.

“It’s empty. What a fine waste of time this has proved to be. I said as much before we got here.”

“Nothing. An empty mountain top and nothing more. I could have told you that long ago.”

“I had always thought it. There is absolutely nothing here.”

Thus continued the dissatisfied choir of voices until there was not an inch of the mountain top which was not occupied by a city dweller. Those voices, initially disgruntled at the thwarting of their curiosity, grew increasingly aggressive, and in no time at all the people were clamouring for the bridge to be torn down. The city mayor was especially displeased. He had been no advocate of the generation spanning bridge project. If the scheme had not endured for so long he would surely have cancelled it upon taking office, but nobody wanted to be remembered as the one responsible for undoing the work of countless ages. Finally vindicated in his feelings, the mayor nonetheless derived little pleasure from his victory:

“We have already squandered ample time and money on this, damnable fools that we are. Knocking it down again would only cost us more. I say we leave it here as a testament to our shameful credulity.”

This suggestion was greeted with a chorus of low, approving murmurs.

“I expect I could build some tourist attraction up here” one voice chimed.

“Some type of coffee shop” said another.

“With a viewing platform.”

The mayor was highly satisfied with this, for at least they could recoup some of their fiscal losses. 

“We will have a planning meeting” he announced “And set upon some scheme for the future.”

Now that the emptiness of the mountain top had been confirmed, and the long toiled over bridge had simultaneously been completed and rendered futile, the people did not linger. The crowd fragmented, dispersed and made its way back to earth. The mayor and some town planners delayed a little longer, grumbling amongst themselves at the squandered money, but nonetheless a little optimistic for the future. They were the last to leave. They took measurements here and there, wondered about plans and materials, before returning to the bridge. And with that they left the deserted mountain top.

The End

Thursday, 26 June 2014

Countries Are Stupid - 60 Second Video Blog.

Countries are stupid. Nationalism is stupid. Patriotism makes no sense. 

The first in a 60 second video blog series of things that are stupid and things that are great. This one is about the concept of countries and nationalism, and how ridiculous they both are.

Friday, 20 June 2014

10 Reasons To Read Lilith's Tears This Summer.

1) Its completely unique and it isn’t like anything you’ve read before. Looking for something original, something different? Then this is the book for you. But don’t take my word for it, one reviewer described the book as “different from anything else you have ever read.” It’s a new world, both as a setting and as a reading experience. If you’re open to new ideas and new books, this is for you.
2) You will find yourself in the book. Lilith’s Tears may include Gothic elements, it may be set on a creepy island with an ancient cathedral at its heart, but its about everyday feelings, everyday emotions and struggles which everybody will identify with. Love, loneliness, heart break, struggling to fit in, struggling to survive in a world from which you feel completely isoltated are all explored - they are the most important themes in the novel - but it explores much more. It’s impossible not to identify with the characters.
3. It’s exciting and unforgettable. The book fuses adventure, mystery and horror together to create what one reviewer called an “unforgettable” read. Trapped on an island which shouldn’t exist, which doesn’t exist according to all the maps and charts of the day, Captain Trebane fights to rescue the one he loves from the clutches of the island’s sinister occupants and their reclusive skeleton leader who dwells, an omnipresent figure of evil, at the centre of the island in his cathedral. There are battles, struggles, suspense, fear - and a terrifying legacy which stretches back as far as the Garden of Eden.
4. It will transport you into its world. You will inhabit the island too. Reviwers have all agreed that the island setting is vivid, colourful and, above all else, real. It’s so vivid in fact, that a reviewer said the entire book reminded them of “past masters of fiction,” remarking upon how well the world was “constructed.” The sea laps against the untouched splendour of the beach, dense jungle grows along its borders - animals scream, insects chirrup through the night, creepers and vines cling to the skin, the heat simmers and a luscious canopy of green hangs overhead. Monstrous figure stalk the jungle, though, and at night musical notes come throbbing through the air. The island is real. The island is waiting.
5) The mythology will capture your imagination. The story of Lilith is vital to the narrative, and its a richly interesting story that links the novel to the bible, to religion, to all manner of histories and spiritual works. Lilith’s Tears will make you want to read more. It will make you want to learn more about Lilith and the religious tales which form the basis of the novel.
6) It has pirates. And a living skeleton. Did I mention the pirates? Because it has pirates.
7) It will shock you. The book contains a massive plot twist, one of the biggest. Nearly all of the reviewers, and countless readers, have commented on the huge twist that defines and alters the entire story. Nothing is what it seems, but afterwards everything makes perfect sense. 
8) Its an emotional journey. Some readers even commented that the end of the book brought tears to their eyes, and writing parts of the novel were difficult for me - reading them back after I’d finished even more so. There are love stories at the heart of the novel, and one of them especially is a twist on a traditional love story, its a dark romance, and they are very moving and powerful. The entire story, in fact, revolves around love, hope, fear, hopelessness, loneliness, and as the novel progresses the characters grow increasingly desperate, emotions are heightened and peak in some of the most memorable scenes of the book.
9) The Gothic. Lilith’s Tears is a Gothic fairytale and its immersive. The architecture of the cathedral, the living skeleton Torn, a terrifying vision of pure, bone white, and the stark, moonlit visions of the island and its grimy dungeons are terrifyingly evocative, they are the Gothic at its more pure. Its a vivid and powerful genre.
10) Its the perfect summer read! It has a summer setting. On the island, temperatures soar, the sky blazes, the beach burns, the jungle crackles with heat and in that heady atmosphere, love and terror simmer and boil. 

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Monday, 16 June 2014

Free Novel Offer! Get one of my novels for *FREE*

This week, you can get one of my novels, either Lilith's Tears or The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa for *FREE* when you take Amazon up on their "Frequently Bought Together" suggestion and buy my two poetry anthologies together:

If you buy these two books together, you can claim a free novel sent directly to you! To do so, follow these simple steps:

1) Buy "Love and Space Dust" and "Could You Ever Live Without?" at the same time on Amazon. It doesn't have to be on, any other Amazon site in any region will do. 

2) Take a screenshot of your proof of purchase - either the order complete form after you have paid, the thank you for your purchase screen - even a screenshot of an email receipt will do.

3) Email this image to, along with the name of which novel you would prefer - either Lilith's Tears or The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa.

4) You will be emailed a free eBook version of the novel in PDF, which works on Kindle, iPad, Abode etc.

"Love and Space Dust" can be found on Amazon here and "Could You Ever Live Without?" is here.

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Love and Space Dust has been out for a month now.

My latest poetry book, Love and Space Dust has been out for a whole month now and I am really happy with how sales are going thus far, and the response to the book. It has been in the top 50 best selling books in the love poetry section on Amazon (both Kindle and Paperback) for nearly all of the month, and Amazon have put it into the "Hot New Releases" section which is always a good sign. It peaked at number 10 so far. The response on Tumblr has been pretty amazing, too. The extracts and the pictures from the book have been amassing a fair few notes every time I post them, and I am really grateful to everyone who has shown even a passing interest in the book since its release. It has already sold more than any of my other books did in their first month of release, which bodes well for the future.

Huge thank you to everyone who has bought it so far!