Exciting Times

Well what a long time since I last posted.

bluebellsSorry to everyone if you were following me, my life just got far too hectic and my old enemy, time, seemed to get away from me. I’m still exceptionally busy but I have forced myself enough time for a quick blog.

As you may or may not be aware I released a short story on Amazon a couple of months ago called Bluebells, it’s a piece that works as an introduction into the world of my upcoming series, and also doubles up as a freebie (promotion permitting) when I release the first and subsequent Novella’s.

So what is my new novella series about? Death on the Wellhead is the series name and to put it briefly, it is a rural horror involving demonic possession, ghosts, murders and monsters. Though this sounds rather standard of a horror series, I assure you there will be parts that will make you very, very uncomfortable, especially in the later releases. I’m aiming to go a little Lars Von Trier on it, so if you know what his films are like, expect some really horrendous stuff. I intend to release this in the next few days, Friday-1st of September at the very latest.

The second novella is half drafted already, and although I’m debating the name of this next installment it will turn Dark Whispers from an easily accessible book into a much darker and surreal story than even I had originally intended- so that’s something for everyone to look forward to, including me.

So why a Novella Series and not a Novel? Well I have considered this and the dominant reason is that novellas never drag on too long. They are supposed to be hour long reads, easily digested pieces that are aimed specifically for commuters, people on lunch breaks or those who have short attention spans. There isn’t always enough time to invest in a huge piece by a new author, by limiting the size of it, it makes my work far more accessible to people with busy lives who might never get around to reading a 600 page book because the sheer size and amount of time they have to invest in it.

As I stated early, this is a quick blog- but hopefully it has peaked your interest in my work, and just to whet your appetite further, I will leave you with the blurb of ‘Dark Whispers’ Book One of the Death on The Wellhead Series.

I look forward to reading your reviews on my series.

Ash.

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Dark Whispers.

It was a crash caused by drink driving- that was the official story of what happened to Marcus Southwell. As Marcus’s estranged friends are reunited, they try to honour his memory in the best way they know how- with excessive amounts of alcohol. With their relationships strained, coupled with a dark cloud of mourning lingering over the small town, they all look to get back to their usual lives as soon as possible. Shunned by the town and questioning her own sanity, Tracy – Marcus’s partner, the one blamed for the crash, must warn them about the events of that horrific night and that not she, but something else, was responsible for his brutal death. A creature that has been a part of the local folklore for generations, a creature of darkness that Marcus had tried to warn them of long before it took him. Will anyone listen?

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All Work And No Play….

salvador_dali___persistence_of_memory_by_lutique-d6xapdvSo I started writing an Easter blog with the hopes that it would be ready in time for, well Easter, however as it so happens life managed to get too busy, screw the whole thing up and now I have to finish that blog next Easter, or I may just put it in a side page of ‘The Unfinished Ones’ that would be a horrible mish-mash of different pieces- like my own Frankenstein’s monster- but it could be an entertaining way of using up the spare parts I created that may never see the light of day.

Anyway, though life has been too busy and complex lately to do any sort of social media promotion or interaction- which I find very challenging, I have had time to think, procrastinate and actually write and have a project on its way. Hopefully to be released towards the end of this month or next. To sum it up crudely, it will be the start of a Psychological/ Supernatural/ Thrilling Novella series that I intend to self-publish on Amazon and continue releasing every 4 months with new instalments. I have my plan right, what could go wrong?

Well we all know the obvious answer to that is EVERYTHING, however I intend to focus on one point, and that is TIME! Time is the real enemy of humanity it passes, carrying us along with it, aging, aching, decomposing and then… we don’t really know- I invite a theological/religious/scientific/ philosophical debate here if you fancy it? Anyway…

This force , this internal sense that we have somehow adapted to create a form of control over ourselves and to put a limit on what and how much we can do within a conceived period of it without fear of physical and mental exhaustion. This system that we have adopted to help us understand the Universe is what is keeping most of us caged within our own minds and bodies. I am thirty now, but that is only thirty rotations of a planet around a star, that has been rotated around said star for Billions of years… there you go- I have just trapped myself into using the term years, which seem like a long ‘time’ but cosmically speaking is close to nothing than something.

Yes, some people do last over 120 rotations of a planet, they see so many changes and experience so much joy, pain, love and melancholy yet even in their perceived long time of existence they are less than a blip on the grand scale of the Universe. So why on our day to day lives do we stick to this rigid pattern of I need to work 8 hours, play 8 hours and sleep 8 hours? Or to break it down further, why should our existence be broken down to minutes, a 60th of an hour or even further down into seconds? What does that achieve?

Punctuality, Control, a sense of running early or running late to something is an opportunity for the system, society, the man, the church, the lizard people- whatever you see as the ‘Force of Control’ in the society you live in to point out to you that you are not living efficiently in your productive state of serfdom so to keep you in an extended state of guilt at having wasted the ‘free’ time they have given you.

My point is this. What if I go to a bar or cafe and I have to waste 15 minutes of my time waiting for someone to turn up? What will I do in that 15 minutes? I sure as hell won’t talk to anyone new just sit awkwardly playing on my phone- wasting that time. How dare I have 15 minutes of downtime and self-isolation! What a misuse of the free time! However if we took away minutes and just worked in hours, sure it might cause some problems whilst cooking food or something, but if we perceived the 15 minutes as a quarter of an hour, it becomes only a part of a greater something and doesn’t seem as bad as wasting 15 minutes. 15 minutes are gone but 45 minutes still remain within that hour. Rejoice there is more time with your friend than there is without them. (Unless they’re my friends, they tend to run half an hour late, so I never arrive on time with those bitches anyway,Lol!)

I guess what I’m trying to say is this. Use, or misuse of time is not helpful to the creative endeavour. I, like many people are realistic and dogmatic in their goals and dreams. So many people long to break free of the hold their day-to-day jobs have over them, the whole idea of working hard in one line of work so that someone a few steps above you gets to reap the majority of the reward is not a very motivating one, especially for those on minimum wage (which I’m not thankfully). But those people up there have used their time to further themselves better into that position. They are the career-minded, not the creative minded or the comfort minded and they can work in that system of rules, regulations and competition. Time is their friend, they perform well within set time limits as they are creatures of the material world. The creative are not, we are creatures of the meaning of the world, and time does not really play a practical part in the meaning of life, unless you are a creature of the material world. So let’s have fun with time, let’s not fear it as our enemy, let’s adapt it in our own way towards our own purpose.

So this is what I suggest, to myself more than to you guys really. I suggest that I now break down my time into weeks- one 52nd of a year. I work five days out of seven, some of these are in odd patterns but that is now irrelevant. Instead of putting hours in relation to days I will put hours in relation to weeks so every week I have (uses calculator) 168 hours! Now 42 of these are taken up with regards to work. Well actually if you include hour breaks- 47 hours are dedicated to being at work. (Though that in itself is an untapped resource of time.) So this leaves me with 121 hours. How much sleep will I need over that weekly period? I tend to sleep less than average so I’ll dedicate 50 to the cause. That is 50 hours a week sleep. I now have 71 hours at my disposal! Yay to time.

So with that in mind, how the hell have I managed not to dedicate at least 20 hours of time to my writing projects a week? It might bump up my work time to 67 hours a week but that still leaves me with over 2/7ths of a week’s worth of time for socialising and ‘Netflix and Chill’ (actual Netflix and chill- loving ‘13 Reasons Why’ at the moment!) Hallelujah, I have used time to my advantage!

So I don’t really know where this blog came from. I woke up in the morning thinking- ‘Yeah let’s declare war on time, Fuck it to hell!’ and I have ended up convincing myself that Time isn’t really the enemy, and though work is  pain in the arse and I’d much like to leave it- it is not the enemy either, it’s me. I am my own worst enemy. I have convinced myself that I am too tired after (or before, depending what shift I am on) work. But when I look back into it, I have sadly wasted time and I feel guilty for it, not for how society wants me to feel bad for it, but that I could have worked so much more towards my goals in that time. I am not a creature of comfort, or a creature that worships the material world I am a creature of meaning, not of things.

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In Tarot, the Devil card, in the right context, can encourage the lifting of self-placed restrictions.

And with that comes the burden of thinking too much, over analysing and becoming Neurotic. Convincing myself not to do things because of restraints that are supposedly imposed upon me. They are not restraints but basis’ of measure, that add to the meaning of life. Without time, there would be nothing to propel us to stop wasting it, nothing to stop us from flailing away our existence into a never ending abyss. Time, I apologise, you are not an enemy. You are a measure of meaning. You do not restrict me. I restrict myself.

Ash.

Welcome

Greetings and welcome to my blog, if you took the time to come and have a look, I feel obliged to make it worth your while! I won’t bore you with all the ins and outs of who I am and what I do, there is a separate page for that, however, to clear it up- what I am aiming for is a chance to become a horror/thriller Author, and this blog is the launching pad for that aspiration.

So what is it all going to be about then? To put it bluntly I will be looking into anything that is slightly out there, spiritual, psychological, mythological, archaeological or just plain dark or surreal. Just a little disclaimer however, I may very well go off on one about politics, but I would rather avoid it where possible as although what happens in politics is quite important in the world, I prefer to talk about the deeper, more imaginative side of things, horror movies, scary stories or psychological reasoning as to why we like, dislike, are attracted or afraid of something… and of course any sort of philosophy or science that proves or disproves something I’m interested in. Science has done so much for us as human beings, and with quantum mechanics turning modern physics on its head it leaves a little bit of room for the imagination to run wild! Why not muddy the waters a bit for my own amusement? Yay to Metaphysics.

Anyway I hope you’ll enjoy what I have to say over the coming few years and I’d love for you to accompany me on this ambitious journey of mine. Thanks again for having a look at my blog- remember this, ‘There is no such thing as Writer’s Block, it is Writer’s Cowardice that holds us all back! Burn out, don’t fade away!’

Ash.