The original purpose here was to publicise my book which Eventispress published in March. But I’ve since discovered that posting stuff can be fun as well. I’ve recently done some blogs about Nick Cave, The Time Machine and The Prisoner. Oh, and five pieces on songs that affected me in this way and that when they came out. I have had some comments too, so I guess people must be reading them. And they seem to enjoy what I have to say, which is great.
And the nice thing about writing these posts is…well you’re writing aren’t you. OK, it’s not like it’s a novel or something like that. But I don’t think it matters. If you want to say something, say it! And I believe the last post I published is probably better than my first attempts. So that suggests improvement, which just has to be a good thing.
So, thank-you for visiting my site. I will endeavour to keep writing and updating, and please feel to leave any comments you may have.
It looks like we’ve got a tough winter ahead of us, so…it’s good to talk.
Oh, and finally, please don’t drop plastic bottles all over the place. In fact, why not try and avoid buying bottled water at all. You can still drink tap water I believe. Just saying, that’s all.
There was no alarm when our great world leaders jumped at the chance to exploit creatures of the deep, strange beings that appeared to express a desire to clean up our mess from the world’s oceans. These creatures seemed to want to work with us, but we wanted more, and we wanted it quickly. There was anger in certain quarters, but no alarm. To those in charge of us it was an opportunity.
Jack Lee had seen these creatures in action before, and he had been trying to put his horrific memories of them to the back of his mind for over twenty years. Sarah listened to his warnings, but no one else would after all those years. That activity was buried in the basements of high office.
And when events quickly escalated, solutions were always possible weren’t they. We could fix anything if we put our minds to it. We’d done it before.This runaway train wasn’t for stopping though. In time the race to save what could be saved of humanity was on, and woe betide anyone who didn’t have a pass to leave behind the disaster that had once been our beautiful home.
So, how do you deal with a violent and aggressive cult of over a thousand troubled souls, camped-out in a politically sensitive neighbourhood in the Middle East? Oh yes, and whose membership appears to be multi-national and led by a native of the USA?