The Twenty-Tens are over and a new year is upon us. Not just a new year, but a new decade. Welcome to the 2020’s my friends, the year of the cyberpunk, the year after Blade Runner.Continue reading Welcome to the Future
There’s a point in every avid reader’s life that they simply have to face the fact they have a problem. They try to avoid the truth for as long as possible but then one day they reach out to their to-read pile for their next fix of fiction and drama and finally acknowledge just how big the mountain they’ve created for themselves actually is. And it never stops growing.Continue reading The Ever-Growing, Never-Ending To-Read Pile
Yesterday, I took part in the second of an unspecified number of guest recordings for a podcast I’ve found myself involved with, and this is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Exciting because so far it’s been a lot of fun and I’m really enjoying being even a small part of something like this. Terrifying because I really hate the sound of my own voice in recordings.Continue reading Being Heard
Thirteen years ago today I self-published my first (and so far only) book, a cyberpunk novella that was meant to be the first of a series of thirty. Less than five years later I’d taken it out of circulation with only a handful of copies sold.Continue reading Relics of the Past
So here it is. 2019. The first day of a new year. The time when traditionally we’re supposed to make a list of all the things we’re going to do over the next twelve months to better ourselves in some way. Well, who am I to fly in the face of tradition?Continue reading In The Beginning
A couple of weeks ago I was happily reporting that my mojo had returned and I was once again writing with verve and passion. And then early last week my brain assassin came back from whatever holiday she’d been on and the mojo went and hid in a corner. This of course gave the brain assassin more ammunition, which made the mojo cower away even more, and thus a vicious circle was born.