In common with every other journalist, I believe deep down that I have a novel in me. I came close to having one published once but Tim Holman of Orbit said, nicely and completely correctly, that it did not sustain the promise of the opening chapters.
So that novel has joined the many others I have never finished.
It occurred to me the other day that I am forever telling my clients that they should put online every possible bit of relevant content they possess. In that spirit I’ve decided to fish out my fiction from the dusty recesses of my hard drive and post it. So, for your delectation, I present the disordered contents of my imagination. If one of these gets a good response I might pick it up again.
An old blog of mine, written long before Kung Fu Panda came out. It concerns the the confessions of a ninja of the genus Ailurus.
*sigh* The one that got away. This is the one that *nearly* got published. It’s a science fiction tale about a deadly plague. (The title is a pun on the working title of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four).
A stab at a fantasy novel for children. A ghost story written from the perspective of a ghost, albeit a brave and noble one.
The Grand Unified Conspiracy Theory
The current project that I am trying to write. It’s a cross between a post-Great War Lovecraftian horror and near-future SF. And it’s definitely one for grown-ups. I’m putting a lot of effort into every word so progress is slow.
Enjoy.
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