Saturday 13 February 2010

Hey... country boy...

What makes someone a writer? Dunno. Me - I just am one. I can't help it, can't stop. It irritates the hell out of me. And it makes me smile. It's easy to believe writers should have a certain type of background. A slight distance from normal society. A certain air that's always kept them apart, yet observing, jotting notes. But I'm completely normal. Nothing about me is in anyway different to any one else. And to prove it, spot the writer in the following shot:


One of those gun-tooting loons is me, people. Which one though... which one... (You gotta love a boom stick...)

Book 4... as yet without title...

OK, so I'm working ahead of myself here, but even though I'm on books 2 and 3 in the writing, I kind of need to think about 4-6. I've got a general HUGE idea as to where this is all going, but that's hard to tie down. Essentially, at the heart of the whole series is the quest of Lazarus: he's going to get his dad back, no matter what. That's it. That's the core. But here's book 4 as it stands at the minute... Well, I've removed a few bits as they give away what books 2 and 3 are about, but try this...


The Dead were stopped. Lazarus did his job. And sacrificed so much. And he's only just about recovered when a raven-black messenger brings him news: Hell, supposedly locked for good, has caught itself an Angel, a being with the very power – the Language of the Beginning, the Word – to speak their world in to existence. And Hell has sent out the Sliders – creatures engraved in angelic script and created to slip between worlds with but one aim: to find the Gyngle Girl; a child both blessed and cursed with the ability to understand this language and speak it in utter innocence.

In the beginning was The Word… But if The Word gets in to the wrong hands…

It's a start, eh?

Which reminds me, I really need to crack on with my other three ideas:

1. The Apocalypse Boys: horses, armageddon, lots of fighting...
2. Squad: Skydiving, guns, social dropouts, werewolves, alternate realities...
3. Voodoo Child: Girl can see music, control everyone's tune... and now the Pied Piper is returning...

Just ain't got the time. Pants...