I'm perfectly aware I've not been keeping The Feardom up to date lately, nor have I been on Facebook or Twitter much either. For that, I apologise.
It's not to say I'm not writing; I am. But this girl has a day job which - at the moment - is overwhelming to say the least. If my day job was as a novelist, that would be utterly fabulata. Sadly, it's not.
So please don't give up on me. I have a pile of tales almost ready to put out as a collection, or submit separately to publishers. I haven't decided yet. They include:
It's not to say I'm not writing; I am. But this girl has a day job which - at the moment - is overwhelming to say the least. If my day job was as a novelist, that would be utterly fabulata. Sadly, it's not.
So please don't give up on me. I have a pile of tales almost ready to put out as a collection, or submit separately to publishers. I haven't decided yet. They include:
- a story that will make you scratch and itch and punch yourself senseless
- a gin-riddled, ghostly account of debauched possession
- vicious trailer trash horror
- plastic bubbles in a plastic world where you must watch where you tread
- dolls trapped in trees
- a dystopian tale of golden corsets, time-travel and drugs
- a new Magenta Shaman episode
I'm also reworking Six Souls, the asylum novel - with passion.
Bear with me. I'm not done yet.
Waiting... just waiting |
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