Invasion

I’ve been hit with a lack of inspiration since Christmas, along with a touch of writers block, something I rarely suffer from, and even then only temporarily.

Having knocked up several blogs since February, I’ve put them all into the ‘needs more work box’ and plodded on with Fish bone Alley 4, which is behind schedule. I’m still on the first draft when I should be on the second. However, I have been sidetracked with serious updating of the garden which has involved a lot of work. I’m also honing in several song lyrics for the UK International song contest which launched this month.

People inspire my off the wall sense of humor and the lack of normal interaction with family and friends has left a void in my creative flow, which I blame on the alien invasion of Covid-19, my wife’s moaning about the cold weather, next doors cat for messing on the lawn, the lawn itself for not growing properly and a huge seagull, which at first I thought was a rare plane, soaring overhead while I was having a smoke in the garden and dumping it’s load on my left ear.

On the bright side, thousands of tadpoles have again hatched in our water feature. When I say again, they are of course new tadpoles and not last years re-hatching. The water feature is just four feet square and ten inches deep, but had been invaded by frogs since next door was sold just over a year ago to a young couple with a small child, who understandably filled in the two ponds that were there, leaving a large frog population to illegally emigrate to our garden and take up residence for the breeding period, resulting in an amphibious orgy of heaven knows how many pleasure seeking, sex mad croakers.

We will of course have to move the tadpoles to proper ponds as there are too many to survive in our feature. it would be like expecting the population of a small town to live and thrive in a bath tub.

That’s all for now. Keep smiling and stay calm.

Site Visitors

Anyone visiting this site needs to know they can read books 1-2 and 3 in any order, as apart from the main characters: D.I. Potter and D.S. Heads continuing progression in their home-life very little is carried over to the following book.

Book 1 is eight stories, stories 1 and 2 are short while those that follow are much longer, from over 9,000 words to over 16,000 words. The majority of the stories are set in and around the slums and more affluent areas of Victorian London with one set in rural Essex and one in rural Suffolk. They could only have been written by a nut case.

Book 2 is two full length stories: Jack The Flasher is pure comedy and intrigue and centers around the disappearance of a young aristocrat. The Blue Diamond is much darker with several bizarre murders committed by someone who is seriously warped. Both are set in and around London.

Book 3; Bullington Castle, is set in rural Cornwall and centers around the attempted murders of the vile Lord Percival Bullington. The comedy swings between the light to the very dark and is very much a who done it?

All my stories are outrageously funny and often quite brutal with a wealth of characters from the poor to the wealthy, the naïve, clever, eccentric, plum mad, sex mad, good, bad or just plain evil. Not for the easily offended and very much for adults.

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Imagination

Why do we do what we do? Shouldn’t I be taking it easy at my age instead of spending hours at a desk writing?

I believe that retirement is a two edged sword [excuse the cliché]. Yes it’s great to be free from having to go to work, but if you have nothing much to occupy you, especially in the winter, you could easily become a coach potato and start to decay.

So I write. I write because I love it even though it is often frustrating, exhausting and lonely. But, once you become your characters you are lost in another world that is real and vibrant and you live your own imagination.

I suppose you could say I’m an insomniac, but I rarely toss and turn or lose it and can lay awake for hours, free of frustration, discomfort and anxiety by escaping into other worlds that relax me, excite me, puzzle and enthrall me.

I’ve discovered over the years that the more you dream while awake the more vivid and real are those dreams. The message I’m sending out is the more you refuse to allow insomnia to control your mind the less it will bother you and you’ll find your bed, instead of a dread, becoming a vehicle that will transport you over the oceans, through the forests, above the clouds to anywhere you wish to go.

It takes time and practice to drift into a dream state, but once you do you’ll find an incredible world that will at least temporarily shut out all that’s not so good in your life, helping you to face the world that bit stronger the following day.