Over the last couple of months, life has been somewhat surreal. With COVID-19 making half the world housebound and work all but drying up for a scary amount of people I’ve been running myself ragged promoting my novella Confession and finishing the first draft of my follow-up novella, In His Words.
So, It comes as no surprise to anyone who has ever read this blog or even glanced at it on the way to something better that I intended to be a novelist. A storyteller. Today, I can announce that my first self-published eBook, Confession, will be released on digital platforms on Friday, March 13th, 2020. I had planned on doing it in February, but come on, who’d give up publishing a horror novel on Friday the 13th? Confession is the story of Sydney heiress Emily Lee. The only survivor of a house fire that killed her parents and brother when she was only 10 she has been raised by her maternal Grandmother ever since. After the death of her Grandmother in a household accident, Emily begins to experience sightings of her Grandmother and the badly burned ghost of her brother Marcus. As Emily is pushed to breaking point by her dead family members, her girlfriend Gabriella, her local parish priest, Father Eugene and the family physician, Doctor Becker struggle to keep Emily from shattering into …
Well it has been a while. Not since I wrote a blog, I did that yesterday, but since I wrote a blog that focused on why Writing in Shadows was created in the first place. I started this blog several years ago to write about the process of writing. Back then, as a young whipper-snapper of 40, I had dreams of writing a novel. Maybe a movie. Perhaps a series. Definitely more than a shopping list.
Last night on Sky News, Peta Credlin, the former Chief of Staff to failed Australian Prime Minster Tony Abbott, made a blatant announcement that blind-Freddy had been expecting since 2013. In a move that shocked absolutely no-one at all Ms. Credlin announced Julia Gillard’s Carbon Tax was not actually a tax, just ‘brutal politics.’
So, here’s the thing. I’m 43 years old. I’ve been setting New Years’ Resolutions for about 20+ years at this point. I have successfully achieved a grand total of zero resolutions over the years. It’s easy to know this because each year I basically set the same ones; quit smoking, quit drinking, lose weight, earn more money.
Everyone knows the benefits of ditching the cigarettes. Hell, the negative consequences are published in graphic pictures all over the boxes, so if you don’t know the main benefit associated to smoking is to quit them you’re slower than I am.
Currently, in Australia, it’s Christmas Day. The humidity is suffocating, the heat not so bad. I honestly wouldn’t mind the heat if the humidity was not here. That said Christmas is going to plan. So far I’ve only dropped a bottle of cola and a bottle of lemonade. All in all, I’d call that a success.
As well all know RuPaul’s Drag Race is the best television show in the history of the universe. Nothing has ever come close to the power, the majesty, the raw emotion of 13 hungry drag queens pushed to levels of exhaustion rarely seen in the modern world. It’s like Gladiators, only with wigs and heels.
When I was a young boy at school we were taught to describe, using lots of words, when we wrote stories. Essays, stories, reports, everything was done to a word count. Padding became second nature and as an adult ‘would-be’ novelist, it’s a trend I’ve continued.
Here’s the thing. On the 15th of September 2015 the man who would be King, Malcolm Turnbull, repaid Prime Minister Tony Abbott’s kindness from 2009 by rolling him in a Party vote that removed the Prime Minister from office, installing the Lord of Wentworth in his place.