Writer’s block

Except it wasn’t really… I mean I finished ‘The Gone’ and then I dithered. In fact I’ve been dithering for over a week. I haven’t been lazy, I’ve edited ‘The Gone’, ‘Truth and Lies’ and ‘Here be Dragons’ (that’s a middle grade book for kids).

But new projects have been stuck. I have a pile of books and novellas waiting to be written. But nothing was happening. I tried but there was no spark. It was like getting blood from a stone.

Then today it happened. I came back from shopping, sat at the computer, opened a word document and started writing…

A thousand words in half an hour!

I hit save and the power went.

No, I’m not joking… In a second I was looking at a blank screen. According to the power company a high voltage thingy blew and knocked out everything.

Don’t worry! I thought. One Drive will have saved the work… Except that broadband was out. Something had happened in Manchester and most of Wales was without the internet.

So, now everything is working again:

1000 words + no broadband + no power = 600 words

Somewhere there are the extra 400 words. Luckily though the writing bug has got me and I’m sure it won’t take long to make it up. Still, I’m growling just a little.


My computer has gone rainbow multicoloured. Even my Facebook profile has a rainbow filter, and it just makes me smile. Now more people can love with no worry of recrimination. Well, at least in 50 states. And that makes me smile.

I went to the hospital yesterday to get a scan and luckily everything is in the right place and working. That makes me smile.

I do not have celiacs disease, which was a possibility as I’m anemic again, which really makes me smile. I can’t do without my bread…

I have two books that I’m waiting for the hard copy to proof-read; ‘The Gone’ and ‘Truth and Lies’. I’m smiling about that.

My sister is getting married in two week, and that makes me smile.

And the vegetables are growing, although I have a pea problem, and that makes me smile.

So, all in all, I’m in a good mood. In fact I’m in a great mood. Smiling all the way. Sure there are bad things, but overall, it is good. The world for me is rainbow coloured.

A little bit of art…

I have been drawing, but on the quiet…

Living a double life. On the one side I draw animals and horses and, on the other, I draw people. But not just any people… I draw beauty.

Basically, I am an erotic artist.

There, I said it, judge me all you want! I draw people in beautiful poses. Or at least what I see as beautiful…


Balance #1 

I like to draw extreme poses and gymnastic contortions.

Comfort Aceo


And emotion…

So I have wanted to make both of my art styles co-exist. I’m tired of hiding the erotica (although only loosely erotica). So here is the main gallery, and my etsy shop. Please go have a look and let me know what you think.


Visitors – they have walked into a trap… The next part of The Gone. ‪#‎thegone‬ ‪#‎amwriting‬

The Gone

I freeze and Duke gives a low bark and a growl. Conor comes over to me and slips a hand into mine. Max goes to the door and slowly opens it.

“Yes?” he says.

I can’t see the person on the other side but I can hear them.

“You are the ones that the military are looking for,” the person says. He sounds like a middle-aged male, and he smells human.

Max pauses and then nods.

“We will tell them but only after you leave. They say that you are like the zombies but you aren’t. You have a child and a dog.”

Max raises an eyebrow. “We do.”

“So we are letting you leave.”

“This is a trap?” Max asks.

“Yes, but not for you,” the voice sounds almost panicky. “It’s to find other survivors.”

Max nods. “We will leave soon. Can you tell them we are on foot?”

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Man’s best friend

Man’s best friend. Bitsy feels like she has walked into a trap… ‪#‎thegone‬ ‪#‎amwriting‬

The Gone

The scream dies leaving an intense silence. The dog has lunged forward but not to attack, instead he is planting puppy kisses all over Conor.

“What is it?” I ask.

The mutt is large, easily the size of a Rottweiler but he is covered in a thick mat of hair. His tail is a bushy creation and he seems to have a mane. He is mostly black and tan but there is a flash of white under his chin and on his chest. He is beautiful but very big.

“Some sort of large dog,” Max says.

He steps toward Conor and the dog gives a low growl. He stops.

“Conor, does he have a collar?” I ask.

“I’ll look,” comes the reply and I can hear the smile in his voice.

Max walks up to me and whispers in my ear. “Guess we have found a dog…”

“Yeah,” I say…

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That’s it then…

Finally ‘The Gone’ is finished. There are 3 more posts so the blog will continue until the 16th June and then there will be no more. I mean, I’m leaving the blog there, but I won’t make any more posts.

The Gone is 60,500 words long and is being edited into a full novel. I’m also planning Book 2, but this is the end of an era… Book 2 won’t be serialised and I have given a provisional publication date of March 2016 (Book 1 will be available next month).

I can’t help but smile. Thank you to everyone who read it. Please keep an eye out because there is lots more writing to come.

A pie-crust promise

A pie-crust promise… They have to leave. Bitsy, Max and Conor have become hunted… #thegone #amwriting

The Gone

“Are they gone?” Max asks. They have come out of the shop and are watching me.

I scrub at my face to stop the tears and nod. “He has something…” I can’t finish.

“I heard,” Max says and puts his arms around me. Conor does the same and I feel loved and safe.

“He wants us to rescue him,” I whisper.

“We can’t, not now.”

I want to argue with him.

“He won’t leave Aaron and what do we do with Conor? Take him to war?” Max asks.

“I know, but I feel so helpless.”

Max gives me one last squeeze and releases me. “I know.” One look at his face and I realise that he feels the same.

“What if we are never able…” Max stops me with a kiss.

“We will try,” he says, and I know that is all we can promise, but it feels as if…

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