Weston-super-Mare is located on the South West coast of England, twenty-two miles from Bristol. Once a glorious Victorian seaside resort, more recently host to Banksy’s Dismaland, it has unique ways and customs found nowhere else in the West Country region, regardless of how dark and deep into it one is willing to go.
How positive reviews for self-publishing services and products are easily obtained without being genuine and neither an outright lie:
Step one to understanding the value in self-publishing services and products.
On Twitter there’s a follow-for-follow ‘tactic’ used by many accounts.
They’re easy to spot, having almost equal numbers in follows and followers, and those numbers running into the thousands. Continue reading
After all the hours spent toiling over punctuation and grammar, never mind all the sleepless nights worrying about whether the plot’s as tight as a mouse’s arsehole, that’s a Hell of a statement to just fling in a budding author’s face. So let’s put the theory to the test: Continue reading
One burning question for anyone coming to self-publishing for the first time: how to format.
There is plenty of advice out there.
But which is the right way? Continue reading
Everything needed to know in under one-hundred and twenty-five words. Continue reading
The Medusa Protocol, Book One, Wish You Were Her, Chapter One:
Her . . . Her . . . Consumed by thoughts of Her – skin, breath, carbon.
“You’ve been got by the ol’ curse,” he said. Continue reading
Welcome to a world of anxiety, anger and insecurity; a place where Abandonment Issues rule the day unknown.
Whether a first time visitor or previous—maybe even current—resident, The Medusa Protocol hopes to show as much as relate and commiserate.
There’s something that really bugs me about To Do lists. Once it was only a mild irritation. Then one day in a meeting the person sitting next to me not only did it, but kept running their pen over the words again and again to the point I’m sure it would’ve been ad infinitum if the meeting hadn’t ended.
Now just the thought of it drives me insane with a pure rage and utter fury, that much like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, has manifested as the beautiful verse below: