I’LL JUST CHECK MY EMAILS…

… and suddenly the evening has disappeared in a clickathon of emails, message boards, random links that caught the eye, stories, youtube, i-tunes…

Dave Gorman summed it up nicely, after sitting at his computer to crack on with page 1 of his novel:

“Unfortunately, my computer is connected to the internet. The internet is everything in the whole wide world ever. Now I don’t know about you, but I find everything in the whole wide world ever a little bit distracting.”

It’s funny because it’s true. I’ve taken to writing on my creaky old desktop, which  isn’t connected to the internet, and it’s amazing how much more constructive work gets done.

THE HELLFORGE TURNS ONE

How time flies.

Only 22 posts over the first year, but maybe that’s because I’m too busy writing.

Well, or reading in the bath, waffling on message boards, watching a DVD or getting distracted by the pub.

Huzzah!

LOCH TAY, SCOTLAND

I just arrived back from 5 days staying in the remote and beautiful Kenmore on the edge of Loch Tay, Perthshire, Scotland.

Just the place for relaxing, walking out in the Tolkien-esque scenery and getting the creative juices flowing.

I took this picture while sitting on a log and watching the sunset behind the mountains, listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack on my iPod. (Yes, I’m a closet hobbit)

 Sublime.

YOUR MOTHER’S CORPSE WON’T HEAR YOU CRY…

As a fan of loud and unpopular music, I wrote some theatrical horror lyrics for punk-metallers FC Dog.

The lyrics to Zombie Night and Vampire Parliament were inspired by psychobilly music and bands such as the Misfits, and are both now regulars in FC Dog’s live set.

Click on the link below to see the video of the song, in which I also played the lead zombie in the black hoody. I had a ghastly real ale hangover during the filming, but it was fun running around Sheffield city centre covered in corpse paint and fake blood, much to the fascination of the local goths.

Zombie Night on youtube

Run and hide, shriek and die! Zombie night is almost nigh.
Suffer Sheffield, don’t ask why. Your mother’s corpse won’t hear you cry…