Crossed Genres Book 3

Crossed Genres is about to release its third collection in book form, and I am delighted as it contains my story ‘My Life as a Lizard’, as well as an interview with me where I fail to be profound, but at least achieve pomposity (the state of being covered in volcano excrement, I think). Love the […]

Reading …

I once had many blogs, and one that I really wanted to do concentrated on my best and worst reading experiences. I think I managed 3 entries. The final post dealt with the first volume of a steam punk alternative universe trilogy, which I did not like, especially the way it dealt with the grandfather […]

Grappling annually

The interestingly named “The Grapple Annual” (Roy Slaven and HG Nelson come to mind) have announced their forthcoming publication, and the announcement includes that my short story, “The Penultimate Report of Sergeant Burns” is among the contents. (Perhaps that is the incentive I need to write some more, and blog some more. I am far […]

Wha’s a man t’ doo?

I am far from home. My many, many books are in cartons, denied to me, being placed in storage. I have been surviving upon Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, and I am in love with Duchess Eliza, not to mention Daniel Waterhouse, the Shaftoe Brothers, Enoch Root, the crew of the Minerva, and not to forget […]

“Avoiding Gagarin” published

Thank you to the kind folk at Aurealis magazine who have included my story, “Avoiding Gagarin”, in their latest edition. And they have included a cool art work as well. This has been a fun time for me. I had three stories accepted for publication in three different magazines at quite different times, however they […]

“My Life as a Lizard” published

Crossed Genres Magazine have very kindly included my story, My Life as a Lizard, in their latest edition, which is very exciting for me. If you are interested, click on the link to the story, which is also included on their website. Each month they have a New Author Spotlight, which is a short interview […]

School camp

The school camp was held in another universe. The cabin was small but the huge moon pouring through the window swelled it with liquid light. I could not sleep with the drilling of mosquitoes. I could not sleep this far from home. I had to lie in the tedium, desperate for the hours to pass. […]