Here’s another post-apocalyptic tale, The Performance.
Enjoy.
Here’s another post-apocalyptic tale, The Performance.
Enjoy.
It’s new story time. Well, not really new as this was my first ever short story, involving a strange love triangle.
I hope you enjoy Love’s Headlights.
Another part of my series about life after the end of the world, and fulfilling a decision made before the apocalypse, The Break Up.
I hope you enjoy it.
It’s a day late, but here’s another short story.
A few years ago I was at work and it was snowing. The isolation of an office with only a handful of people inside, nothing outdoors but white, my mind went back to a bunker I’d seen on a walk on the South Downs, and the isolation there.
I have written post apocalyptic stories, but this isn’t part of that series. Oddly, years apart, this is one of two stories with the line, “What if it’s zombies,” which probably shows where my mind is at. I have kept both, and hope they both work on their own merit.
I hope you enjoy, View From The Hill.

Only a tiny tale at the moment. I’m having a couple of days to enjoy immersing myself in editing the novel. I’m going to have time to edit some of my existing, larger short stories, and have a bunch I want to write up. in the near future.
Instead, here’s a little bit of strangeness which popped up in my head from nowhere. I hope you enjoy Baba Yaga’s Bungalow.
That’s it, Script Frenzy’s done. A month which felt like forever, writing-wise, and no time at all, in normal terms. I’ve managed to maintain some of my social life while hermitting away on my balcony. This year I had even less holiday to take for the Frenzy and still managed to hit the deadline. I ended with a hundred and four pages, only just more than my required hundred, but I have things to do.
My current plan for the comics is to work on the pitches for each of the four series, which shouldn’t take too long, maybe as a Monday’s work in the next month. Then look on sites, Comixology and the like, perhaps, post the first few pages to see if I can hook in any artists who might work well with it.
The next thing on the agenda, writing-wise, is to edit the novel. It took three months to proofread, so I’m giving myself three months to make the changes I’ve noted down. I’ve missed the characters and the setting of the novel, which is hopefully a good sign.
I have had issues with genre lately, being that it fits a bunch of different genres and for ease of use, I’ve just had it down as a “Young Adult novel”. This month, as well as editing Lightning, I’m going to read a few YA novels. I’ve grown a bit disillusioned with the genre after a few books went down badly. I’d reached a point of thinking to myself, “Do all YA books have no plot at all, because if that’s the case, then I’m not writing a YA book.” I know, or at least I hope, this is a crass generalisation. In a party last night, discussing the tone of my book, I mentioned that it was a YA book for adults. A vast amount of YA books have a large adult following, possibly as large as the youth audience. People frown on genre fiction, while ‘literary’ fiction has grown just as formulaic and somehow even more po-faced. So the ghetto of YA seems like it’s actually a good bridge between the two. You get historical fiction, sci-fi, teen drama aping the problems of literary fiction (albeit with far less mid-life crises). So it appears to be a good place to be, from an outside perspective.
Then you look at some of the novels in it. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want Lightning to be the next Harry Potter or Twilight, popularity-wise. I do, and hopefully that’s fine. I’m aware of my problems with Twilight, at least, and Harry Potter’s one of the books I’m actually putting myself through this month, just to see what’s right, what’s wrong, and if I genuinely do fit in this niche area. I don’t expect much, but hope to be surprised. Somehow. The other books I’ve got lined up from the genre are:
Skellig, which is a borrowed book and therefore should have been read a year or two ago when I first got it. I’ve got no idea about what it is, other than I think there was a tv version at some point.
The Subtle Knife. I was crashing at my brother’s and read the entire last half of Northern Lights from when I woke up until he woke up. We’d had a lot to drink, been up late, but I woke up early just out of habit. So when we wandered around Greenwich, looking for breakfast, I charged into a second hand book store and got a copy of The Subtle Knife. Then I promptly forgot to read it for ages. I’ve heard almost all people who know me and know His Dark Materials say to me that it’s the one I’ll love the most. That it’s a great piece of work. So that I’m saving for last, my prize for getting through Harry Potter’s first book and whatever Skellig will have to offer.
As far as indicative texts on teen media go, I’ve already read Twilight, in case people have that as a recommendation, for whatever ungodly reason they’d do that. That’s a horrible, strange tale for another time. I’ll just say I wasn’t impressed and get onto the hyperbolising later. For those who haven’t heard of it. I envy you.
My second post-apocalyptic short story can be found, here.
Have a good Easter.