A Successful Author is Someone Who…

So I think that being an author (or in my case trying to be) it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done … That besides when I do acting. 

Being an author is like being an actress. There is a larger guarantee to be out of work rather than in work, i.e. getting paid. 

I’m not a failed author, as I’ve not attempted to publish paid works yet. I will be soon.

This week I’ve got to do research. A lot of research. This chapter this week won’t survive without it. 

If I want to make the sale, I’ve got to get it perfect. 

A successful author is someone who doesn’t give up their books and dreams of being a published author. 

I’m On a Roll!

My horror book is well under way right now. 

The initial plan is completed with characters, names, each chapters plots, time, day, relationships, and sub plots. 

Chapters 1 and 2 have had their first draft completed, typed, and sent for peer-proofing. I am now waiting on its results, so I can go ahead with the second draft and rewrites. 

Chapters 3 and 4 have had their first draft completed and are waiting to be typed for peer-proofing. 

Chapter 5 has been planned and outlined in detail. The first draft will be written this week. 

I’m on a roll!

Gin or Jinn

It’s hard. The last couple of months have been the hardest. 

I have reason to research into the Jinn after everything that’s happened. Sometimes I wonder if it’s better that I have tot of gin rather than researching the Jinn 

 It’s such an obscure topic. 

I think that if I find something out I might put it into the horror story I’m writing. Maybe. 

The Jin Research … Am I Haunted by the Jin?

I have had the run of the mill with a streak of bad luck since July 2014. The only good thing I’ve had is the relationship with my significant other (I intend to keep it that way and fight it if I have too) and returning to the U.K. last year. 

The rest of my time has been atrocious. I have been ashamed of my life and what has happened in it. 

I’m not depressed. In fact far from it, but I feel that something is not right. What can be causing this continuous streak of bad luck?

I guested on the Campfire, hosted by Jim Harold, a podcast about the paranormal several months ago now. I told my story of an experience with a doppelgänger. They are not something that I believe in a great deal. However, it was since moving into that house where I thought I saw the doppelgänger that my bad luck started. When I guested on the podcast things had started to get better. Jim mentioned that it sounded like I had come into contact with something called the Jin. Shortly after that, it all started again. 

That intrigued me. I will be conducting research into the Jin. I will try to see if there is a possible link to the Jin. 

Anybody out there know anything about the Jin? It’ll be a great help. 

Listen to my story here. It’s the third story in and it’s about a house in Japan. 

Jim Harold’s Campfire


Food is definitely for thought. If you don’t eat, you can’t repair your body. If you don’t eat, you can’t think. If you don’t eat, you can starve. If you don’t eat, you can’t write. 

Today I’m preparing to introduce two new characters into my current project. One seems to be quite fun to write, but it is utterly complex. I’m hoping that today’s lunch of shrimp and tuna panini, salad, crab and tomato soup, with a cup of coffee will be enough fuel to write at least two pages.

I really need to introduce these characters. One plays a huge part in the story. 

My motto today is eat, stay healthy, and try to finish the chapter. That way you can really get into the super juicy parts.  


Sickness Sucks

Apologies for the lack of blog posts. I unfortunately have been quite under the weather. I have also been very busy seeing my significant other off on his business trip. That’s been a bit of an emotional upheaval. 

However, for the last few days I have been feeling a little better (despite a blood test today) and have managed to replot an entire book, and juggle a few chapters around a bit. 

I’ve also written some new first paragraphs for chapter one and I’m getting my testers to read and choose their favourite. 

I actually rewrote a chapter this week too! So a replot, chapter juggle, opening paragraphs, and a chapter rewrite in 5 days? Not bad I think. 

If I keep this pace up, I can type and getting it to proofing stage in less than a year. 

The Popular Choice, not the Latter. 

Writing is hard knock. I’m always getting into writers block…well on one book anyway. 

I overcame the hurdle though. I scraped it and started again… 4 times. Now I have something that will work. 

Now there’s a battle in my mind.  I’m the popular choice, not the latter. I’ll leave you to figure that out. Leave me an answer. 


Mummy Knows Best 

So at a young age it’s possible to experience poltergeist activity. 
It only happened once. Being home alone is a big thing for a teen. The parents are leaving you in charge. POLTERGEIST PARTY!!! 
Well no. Actually this happened only once and it never happened again. 
In the bathroom there was a bath, obviously. Some years previously, the children of this bathroom had broken the chain that connected the chain to the plug. Understandable, as the chain had gone rustic. 
This breaking the chain resulted in a very glued in plug. A desperate feat for any child trying to remove it. 

So this child’s mother decided to not replace the chain of the plug. Instead she invested in a tool of a kitchen. A blunt knife. The results was that she had increased the independence of her children. 
Several years after the chain breaking, her first child, at the tender age of 14 was aloud to stay home alone. Why not? She was responsible. Mature. Almost like a grown up. 
One day the mother and the three other children along with their daddy, went out to go food shopping. They left the eldest at home. 
Bathing in the new freedom, she took a snack from the fridge and a drink and chilled watching the TV. 
The TV program was getting to a real good part! BANG!! Something had clattered upstairs. 

What the bug was that?
She trudged upstairs and checked the three bedrooms. Nothing out of place. So she ventured into the bathroom. She looked around the floor, sink and toilet. Nothing out of place. When she looked in the bath she noticed that the yellow handled knife was in the bath. It must’ve just fallen in. She picked it up and noticed it was slightly warm. ‘Strange’ she thought. She placed it behind the taps, thought nothing of it and turned to leave. 
BANG!! This time she jumped out of her skin. She turned around and the knife was lying on the floor!
Heart pumping fast she picked it up. It was warmer. Quickly she placed the knife back and ran from the bathroom and slammed the wooden door shut and leant with her back against it breathing hard. 
BANG!!! It was deafening and her heart jumped into her throat, leaving what felt like a lump. 
She bravely swung the door open. The knife was on the floor. It had hit the door. She bent down picked it up, but was immediately scolded by the red hot handle. She dropped it. Her temper was boiling like the handle. 
‘Look!’ She said ‘I don’t give two hoots about you. I don’t know what you are, or who the bug you are. I don’t care if stay here. If you do, then you abide by my mothers rules. Don’t bloody well throw knives in this house!!’
She breathed. Picked up the knife. It was cold. She placed it back in its place and left the room calmly. 
It never happened again. 
The moral of this story is that poltergeists should never play with knives, if they don’t want to be scolded by a teenagers mum. After all, mummy always knows best.