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Book 3 update‏

I have written a lot of words on this blog lately for other writers and people of the art world, and I have not addressed my wonderful readers, so I thought I would do this today.

With the first two books out of the fallen angels series, I would just like to update everyone on what I am planning to do with the series and how long it will be etc etc.

First I want to say, that I have received the draft back from my editor and I am hungrily going through it, so I can get a March release out on the ebooks. Like the other books before it, the paperback, will follow in the weeks following.

The third  book for me is where things really start to kick off, in a big way. It’s more action packed, fast pace, and we get introduced to one of my favourite characters I have ever created.

We also finally get to meet the big boss man, who has been hidden in the shadows, in the last two books. The third book, and the rest of the books that follow, are also double the size of the last two.

Out of all the books I have wrote, the third one stands as my favourite. I don’t know why, but the story just seems to grip you by the throat from the start, and not release it’s hold till it’s done telling your its tale.

I have the book covers back from my cover designer, and will be post an image of it in the next few days.

Some little hints, that won’t spoil the story for anyone. The third book is set in America, and there may even be a new love angle, wanting there for one of our characters. Threads that you may have forgotten about, that were mention in Origins, are slowly revealed in this book to.

I wanted to tell everyone the name of the third book, but I think I will wait till the cover release.

The story will be told in five books. I have already mapped out the how the story will go, and I pretty much know the ending of the series. I just don’t know if I will have an open ended last scene, where I can always do back and write another few in the series if demand is high enough, or just close it off completely, in such a way that I can never go back to the story.

I am pretty sure that, that decision, will be made right on the dotted line. (I like it best like that, keeps me on my toes.)

For my first ever series/ books published by me, I must say that I am impressed with the way that the story turned out as a whole. I will write another post as to how the story came about, (I know, I know, I should address it here but this post is more of an update.) The whole story for me felt complete, and looking at the whole package from an outside prospective, I don’t think I could have done a better job.

I am just finishing the first drafts of book four and five, then it will be  an uphill battle of editing those as well.

And that it really, the third book should be out in march.

I am looking to release number four sometime in May-June, and the last book I should be dropping sometime in August.

Anyway this blog was only meant to be a quick update, so I will leave it here, and wish you all a good morning, a happy afternoon, or a restful evening.

Love and Peace

Y’all

Influences

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As writers, artist, musicians, what we input into our minds has a great effect on what we put out in our work. I know that sounds simple enough, but how often do we do it?

Every great artist, always gives the same advise, submerge yourself in your chosen art. If you are a writer, read as many great works as you can, if you are a musician, listen to as many hours of great works as you can. This will in time show you how the greats have accomplished what they have done, or at the very least, will give you some ideas on what you need to work on. To inspire you to push your own limits, till you reach your full potential.

But this in itself can have a negative knock on effect.

It can intimidate the reader, or listener, or watcher, that what they will do will never be good enough. That what they will create will never stand up to the test of time, stand up to their idols own works and because of that you should quit. Quit while you are ahead, quit before you ever got started, because if you can’t reach those lofty heights then why bother?

What is the point!

And I understand that point of view, really I do.

Every creator, has that fear. Every creator after they are done taking in that master piece of art, just stares blankly at their own tools, be it screen, instrument, brush or tool and just stops.

Stops, because they are scared.

Stops, because they see the mountain that dwarfs Everest ahead of them that they need to climb, and don’t know where to start.

Stops because …. well, because it is easier to stop and never try, then try and truly see how short you fall compared to your heroes.

Thankfully, I have never let that stop me. I don’t know why, maybe because I am to stupid to know how skill-less I am. Maybe because I have an ego that could dwarf the moon.

Or maybe because I see the challenge and say, bring it on. I have always been a competitive bastard since I was born. Being a writer when I hear of stories that changed peoples lives, or make them cry for the beauty of the words that they read, I want to do that. And it doesn’t matter to me how long it will, or could take, all I care about is that I think I can accomplish that task, so why not try till I do.

The theme of this post, has pretty much gotten away from me, I wanted to talk about using other means of influences apart from your additional ones to help you create better art.

So I’ll say a few words about the matter, before I disappear.

I think that as creators, we short change ourselves in only looking at one source of work to help us create something great or unique.

I love to read autobiographies because as you all know, fact is stranger than fiction. The stories of Nelson Mandala, Arnold Schwarzenegger, even Russell Brand, have helped me understand human nature in a way that fiction stories never could. If you want to understand human behaviour, or what drives us as human beings, then there are millions  of words on the matter. From scientists, philosophers, and everyone in-between.

If you only write horror, do not limit yourself to only reading works in the horror genre. Because you rap, do not be afraid to listen to classical.

In the great words of Bruce lee, “Absorb what is useful, discard what is not.”

Listen to Jazz, you may like it.

Take a walk in mother nature and let her beauty astound you, and her words guide you.

Go to an art gallery and submerge yourself in works of beauty, that will leave you confused and mystified.

All in all, as long as you’re not just sitting home, surfing the net for no other reason but to waste time, then you can grow as an artist in more ways than one.

Embrace it.

What harm can it do.

Until next time.

Love and Peace

Y’all

Betrayal (Fallen Angels Book 2)

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Out on the 20th of this month, will be the second instalment of my Fallen Angels series. It is available on Kobo, Barnes&Noble, Ibooks, and Amazon for pre-order. If you like dark fantasy, action, and angels you will love this series. It also has a little bit of romance thrown in for good measure. If it sounds like your thing, give the first book in the series a try.

Below is the first scene, of the second book.

From the depths of a pocket, a sound began to emerge. It started off slow and faint, but just as a ticking time bomb had the power to silence a room, so did this sound.

In a wild panic, Hugo looked at Jabor. They exchanged looks, neither wanting to meet the other’s eye. They both knew what the sound meant, but admitting that to the other would show signs of fear. The faint ring seemed to turn into a deafening gong. Each stroke of the gong grew louder and louder; the sound found every space, hole, nook, and cranny. It spread its vibrations like tentacles in the darkness, eliminating the silence with sound.

“Let it go to voicemail, my friend,” Jabor said.

“And have to call him back?” asked Hugo in a panicked voice.

“By the gods, you do not want him calling back, a second time. I don’t think he ever has for anyone. Pick it up, like a Band-Aid. The pain only lasts for a second.”

“That all depends on who’s experiencing the pain,” Hugo remarked. “Hello?”

There was no answer on the line, only the faintest of crackles.

“Hello?” Hugo enquired one more time.

“Is it done?” was the only reply he got from the other end of the line.

There was a long pause, as Hugo tried to force his brain to work. He felt as if time had slowed down, as  a million things rushed through his head.

What should he say?

What was he meant to say?

The truth or lie?

How best should he play this, so the repercussions fell as far away from him as possible? He needed to think; he needed to turn this into a victory.

His throat and mouth were dry, but his hands were sweaty and moist. Weird, he thought; it normally should be the other way around.

He shot a glance at Jabor, who stared back at him, emotionless.

“Those two imbeciles who were sent ahead completely botched the operation. I have never seen such incompetence in all my life. They found the location where they were keeping him, but failed to secure or dispose of him. We arrived a little too late to save them. But we saw the party in question taking him away. We were just about to track them, before you called.”

Again, silence. This time it was worse, because there would be an outcome. On one side of the coin held light, hope and a future; they might be chastised, but it wouldn’t amount to much and they would survive. The other side of the coin held utter darkness. The pit of trouble they would find themselves in would be a bottomless one. No way out, no light to give them hope.

“I see,” said the voice on the other end.

“Yes, everything should be resolved sooner rather than later. As I said, we are now tracking them, so it shouldn’t take long to have this matter resolved,” said Hugo in a rushed voice.

The phone almost slipped out of his hand. He caught it in time, hurriedly placing it to his ear.

“I see.”

“You can count on us, sir,” Hugo assured the voice.

“Can I?” came the reply.

“Yes.”

Flip, flip, flip. Ever turning, the coin spun and spun. Hugo could feel his heart pounding. His throat was so dry, it felt like a riverbed that had become cracked and caked in dust from the heat. He didn’t think he could utter another word. He didn’t think he could hold onto the phone any longer.

The coin landed.

“Good, then make it so,” said the voice from the darkness before hanging up.

Why I chose to be a writer

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I fought readers would like to know why I chose to be a writer. It didn’t happen overnight, well thinking about it now, it kinda did I guess. Growing up I was a socially awkward kid without many friends. So the one way I got my entertainment was through books or video games.

Not being very good at video games, and sick of always dying and being stuck on certain levels ( I’m looking at you final fantasy) I fell in love with books.

I remember my first book, which started that journey for me. It was the Hobbit, it was a really old copy and for the life of me I can’t find it anymore, but that book sparked something in my brain that I couldn’t stop.

I kept on reading and reading everything that I could get my hands on. Till one day I said aloud, I wonder if I could do something like this. My first book was appalling and I remember putting it online in some writers forum and getting chewed out because of it. Thinking about it now, I can’t stop shaking my head and smiling at how terrible it all was. It was a rough and I mean rough first draft, but I didn’t know any better and  I was just learning my craft.

Fast forward nearly ten years, and I am uploading a mobi file to Amazon into the great wide world. So far I have had no reviews, and I must admit awaiting for my first one is nail biting to say the least. I know the story is great, I just don’t know how it will be perceived. For me writing that book, uploading it and putting it out there wasn’t the harddest part. It’s waiting for that first review, good or bad I know I will just grow from it, but it’s still the waiting that is killing me.

So after I decided that I wanted to do this, the first thing I said was why.  Well; no the first thing I said was am I good enough, but sooner or later the question popped up as to why do you want to do this. And the simple answer is, I want to craft something in the world that helps people. For me if it wasn’t for books, those wonderful stories that made my life a bit easier, I would have had it a lot rougher than I did.  So for me, I want to write for you. I want to write for the person who is being bullied, or is going through a divorce, be it you or your parents, or someone who is dealing with an illness or a death. I want my words to take you away from all that, for the briefest of minutes or hours.

That when you finish at whatever chapter that you have read, you feel a slight sense of relief.

Fiction should never be a way for you to hide away from your problems. I learnt that the hard way. Whatever makes you miserable, I want you face that head on.  Because once you do, you will be a stronger, better, person because of it. Don’t hide from it, embrace it. That’s one thing I wanted to address with my current series Fallen Angels. I didn’t realise the theme of the book before I started but as I continued writing, the theme slowly revealed itself to me.  It was one of struggle, of pain, of defying the odds. Of fighting back no matter how strong and unbeatable the other side seem,  and the more I wrote the more it become clear to me.

So if you don’t take away nothing more from my new series, than just some light hearted relief that’s ok. But I hope you find some words in there that can inspire you onto your own journey of greatness.

One thing I wanted to create above all else, is art. But when you say that to people they automatically think of a starving artist, hell even artist think that they need to live that life to succeed. They think that you can’t create something great without being in a lot of pain, or that living in some dirty flat where the cupboards are bare of food and you’re debating where to put your next pay check. In your stomach or in your art, and I don’t think that has to be the case.

I believe you need some life experiences to create good art, yes. But I don’t think you have to listen to every Hollywood depiction of it to get there.

I want to get paid for my hard effort, I put a lot of time, money and sweat into everything I create. And I wouldn’t feel right in asking someone to read it, if it wasn’t the best thing I wrote. In my eyes if I didn’t put out my best work, then I am wasting everyones time, and my time would be better spent doing something else. I take my craft very seriously, a lot of artist don’t and I think it’s about time that they did.

For me it all comes down to respect.

Respect for yourself.

Respect for your audience.

And respect for whatever craft, you decide to call your own.

Not everyone will be the next JK Rowling or Stephen King, but you should at least try to be the very best you can be.  Stephen King had a great saying from on writing, there are bad writers, there are competent writers, there are good writers and then there are great writers.

If you can only be bad or just ok, be the best bad or ok writer that you can be, so when those reviews come in you can be happy in the knowledge that you did the best that you could do.

Fallen Angels is out for sale free  everywhere: Amazon, Kobo, Barns & Noble, ibooks.

Get it you!!

You won’t be disappointed.

 

Origins (Fallen Angels, Book 1) Out Now!!!

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Hello, everyone!

Just to let you know that the first book in the Fallen Angels series, is now out everywhere for free.  You can pick it up from AmazonBarnes & NobleiBooksKobo.

Here’s a preview of the first chapter.

He was flying through the air like no other.  Eyes closed, hands outstretched, feeling the wind glide over his body, the cool air hitting his face. He wasn’t frightened; why should he be? The wind was his friend, and he was flying with it, forever rising higher and higher, trying to kiss the clouds. He looked down and saw fields of green, the wind making them a rippling green ocean. He dived down, swooping as low as he could, lips just brushing the grass. This was how he was meant to be, free as the wind, soaring without a care, an everlasting smile playing across his lips.

“Can I have those documents by five, please, Perez?”

Perez shook his head from left to right; daydreaming again, and always the same old one. It seemed to creep up on him, waiting to catch him out when he least expected it or when he was merely bored.

Looking up, he saw Ruth’s expression was a mixture of annoyance and self-importance. Still waiting for an answer, his colleague tapped his desk in impatience.

“Yeah, they’ll be ready by then,” Perez muttered, trying to keep the boredom he was feeling from leaking out of his voice.

The sad thing was, Ruth was no higher up or lower down the company ladder than he was, but somewhere down the line he had stopped caring. People who shouldn’t be giving him orders had started to issue more and more demands as the years passed by. Everything was just so tiresome, life in general was blow-your-brains out, hang-yourself dull. So Perez found himself treading through life just remembering to breathe.

Looking up at the clock on the wall he give a shudder; another soul-destroying ten minutes before he made his walk home. Ten minutes felt like forty, but at least it was over; collecting his stuff he rushed towards the door. He looked to his left and could just make out Ruth striding towards him, eyes set on her prey.

He bolted out the door in a half-attempted jog and buried himself inside his coat, wrapping it around his body for warmth. As he looked up at the black December sky, a mixture of rain and snow hit his face, giving him the added benefit of being cold as well as wet. It was as if the weather couldn’t decide on what dress to wear for the evening.

Hurrying down the road, Perez passed the bus stop, where he would normally wait for his ride home. With the wind biting more and more chunks out of his face, he decided it was better to keep moving than to stand still. Home wasn’t that far anyway, and the walk would give him some much-needed warmth.

Tree branches, bare of all life, swayed back and forth, the wind passing through them sounding like they were mourning their lost, their branches flailing like hands trying to grab any passerby who dared to get to close. Walking on, Perez decided on a shortcut through the park; he might get a bit muddy but it would cut his journey by half. Head tucked into his coat, gloved hands in pockets, he marched forward, avoiding the eyes of dog walkers, the only ones who were out on a night like this.

It amazed him how people could bow down to their pets every whim and whimper, treating them with such loyalty and respect, but fail to do the same for their own kind. Still keeping a steady pace, he tried to remember another reason why he disliked dog owners, and all too soon his foot trod on the answer. With a sigh and a look to the skies, he walked over to the nearest park bench to see how bad the damage was. Grabbing his shoe with force he pulled it off, his foot now getting a soaking and slowly starting to go numb. Looking around him he located a patch of grass to his left, and hopped over, wiping his shoe clean as best as he could.

“Great night to be out.”

Trying to put his shoe back on a foot that was now a block of ice, Perez almost had a heart attack. The statement came from right next to him on the bench. He could have sworn that there was no one there a moment ago.

He turned to see who had spoken. Sitting next to him was a man with shockingly sliver hair. As the moon escaped the embrace of the clouds for just a moment, it looked as if it was reflecting it back. His nose appeared too big for his face, and try as he might Perez couldn’t work out his age. At one glance he seemed to be a man of middle age but at another he looked so much older.

But apart from the hair, the most interesting thing about him was his eyes. They were green pools that seemed to shine, knowing your darkest desires without you even speaking a word.

“I guess,” replied Perez, trying to end the conversion before it went any further.

Having successfully cleaned the shoe and wedged it back on the ice block that was his foot, Perez made to leave.

“Not the weather, for flying though.”

“Err…planes normally take off in a lot worse, but anyway I must be off.”

“That’s not what I meant, son. Dreams have a funny way of taking up your whole day, making you yearn for things that you wish to happen. Don’t you agree?” the stranger grumbled.

It felt like an icy hand had just passed through Perez’s stomach. Who was this man?

Just by saying those words the man seemed to know everything about Perez, without actually saying anything at all. Whoever he was, talking to strange men in a middle of a deserted park at night was just something you didn’t do.

He heard stories, and he didn’t want to become part of them. “Sir, you seem a nice enough guy, and I would like to chat, but I must really be going,” Perez said in a rushed voice.

The stranger rubbed his hair irritably. “Hear me out, son. If what I have to say is not to your liking, you may go.”

“Okay.” Perez didn’t know why, but looking into those eyes did something to him, made him want to know more. Plus he was wet now anyway and didn’t have anything to do when he got home, apart from watch television.

“I know three things about you. The first and most obvious is that you are unhappy with your life. I can tell that by the way you walk, shoulders slumped, head down, almost as if you have given up on the world and everything in it. Work drags on, like the slow dipping of a leaky tap that you can’t seem to ever turn off, and the monotony of every day seems to be slowly killing you, piece by piece.

“The second is that you dream about flying almost every day. No…no, don’t ask how I know this, all will be made clear to you pretty soon. But yes, like me and many others, you dream about the wind on your face, embracing you like an old, long-lost friend. But these dreams are as much a curse as they are a blessing. I won’t tell you why; sooner or later you will work that out for yourself.

“Lastly, you’re special. You may not believe it now, but trust me when I say this, you are special. What you are will have a lot of people come looking for you, to do you harm. But I am glad I got to you first.”

Perez stood still, just staring, shaking his head and letting little droplets of rain fly from his face. This man was clearly on some form of medication, he thought, and I just had to stay that bit longer, letting him engross me in a conversation. While all these thoughts flashed across his mind, he didn’t say anything. Catching himself, he wondered how long it had been since either man had said a word.

“Okay. Hmm, does anyone know that you’re out?”

“What?” replied the stranger.

“It’s going to be all right, I will just call the local services and they’ll have someone came and pick you up as soon as possible,” said Perez in a low and steady tone, as if he were speaking to a wounded animal.

“Listen, boy, I haven’t escaped a mental ward, nor am I crazy. But you need to shut up and come with me,” growled the stranger in reply.

With that he stood up. He wore combat trousers, with a long coat; a hood that he pulled up covered nearly all of his face. Both were a dull black mixed with grey, which blended into the night so well it was hard to make him out.

Taking a step back, Perez realised just where he was; this could turn ugly, and if it did, there was no one around to help. He felt like he could trust this guy, but the nonsense he was spouting, and the fact that they were in the middle of a deserted park, made all his senses scream at him to run.

“I need to go, people are expecting me back any minute now. But it was nice talking to you.” With that, Perez turned his back to leave.

“You are in danger, kid.” It was just above a whisper, but the wind carried those words on its back and along Perez’s spine.

“Sure, whatever you say, old man,” Perez replied before hurrying into the night.

Hello There

I have always wanted to write, since I could remember.

Well that’s not true, I remember the first time the thought occurred to me. I was fourteen-fifteen, and had just finished the Hobbit. Before that I couldn’t read or write very well, that’s putting it bluntly I was basically illiterate. But this wonderful woman called Janice taught me the beauty of words and from there my reading adventure took off.

From The Discworld Series, Harry Potter, His Dark Materials Trilogy, The Farseer Trilogy, Boy, Going Solo and Down and Out in Paris and London. Just to name a few, I couldn’t put books down. I absorbed everything that I could get my hands on, some good, some not so good. But through all of that I had a tickling in the back of my mind, that maybe I could write a story like the ones I loved to read.

It wasn’t till almost a decade later, after many failed attempts that I actually managed to finish what I had started.

The reason I wanted to write was a  simple one. I wanted people young and old to experience want I felt when I was reading a good book. Through all the hard times in my life, when nothing was seeming to go right and I didn’t seem to have anyone to turn to, a good book would always save me.

So I hope to accomplish that and so much more, when you decide to read one of my books. I want to take you away from your problems, worries, and troubles and just relax. Fall into a world where the minutes and hours fly past, and after you are done, you can lift your head above the water and feel good again.

This blog will not only be promoting my own stuff, but books I have read in the past which I think my readers will enjoy. Or books that I have just finished that I can’t stop raving about. Hopefully you will find them just as enjoyable as me, but be warned. I have a weird and varied taste when it comes to books (food as well), that will surprise many.  I think it comes in fads. For a couple of months only, all I will read is superhero books, then the next it will be epic dragon fantasy, then Bigfoot fantasy. Joking on the Bigfoot fantasy by the way, is there even such a thing. Damn after Googling it, the Bigfoot fiction scene seems to be alive and kicking. I may have to try a book or two and see what it’s about.

Dammit! Now I want to write a Bigfoot book.

Now I forgot the point I was trying to make and have done down a rabbit hole….

A lot of writers, authors, novelist have websites that only seem to be catered to other writers.  It seems to be a large thing in the Indie community, but my site isn’t going to be one of those. There a hundreds of other sites that will do a way better job, then I ever can on the in’s and out’s of the self publishing community. If you need a finger pointing you the right direction, just send me an email and I can forward you across a bunch of sites that can help.

No my blog/website is only for readers. People who love to be entertained and want to know what book they should put in the front of there queue. If you are one of MY READERS, then know I will do my upmost to make you happy, and always thank you for your time that you have invested in my work. Because without you, my art doesn’t live, it just sits there slowly dying.

I think thats one thing writers, film makers, just artist in general forget. Is that without you dear reader there wouldn’t be a need for any of us. Without you investing your hard earned cash, and more importantly your time, none of our dreams would come to fruition. So thats why I will try and respond to every email that I receive, every Facebook comment, or every comment on here.

I write in many different genres or am planning to, so I want you as a reader to know that from the start. There are so many different books that I am deciding to write, that I can’t just slot myself in one genre. In the months and years to come, I hope you come along with me for this ride because its going to be a fun one. Full of Angels and Demons, time travel, space ships and so much more.

So buckle up, because the ride is going to get bumpy.

Love & Peace

Y’all

 

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