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What Does An Indie Author Do On A Friday Night

The Cure, Live @ Wythenshawe Park Lauren would love to be here. I imagine she is out there in the crowd somewhere. Getting her ‘Goth On’ and living her best life. Only the Red Marsh King wouldn’t allow that. No, the Red Marsh King ended Lauren’s song. All the inspiration an indie author needs. ApologiesContinue reading “What Does An Indie Author Do On A Friday Night”

‘I was in Year 9 …’

A note found in the margins of an A4 Black Notepad titled ‘2017.’ Odd that Lauren should have signed the entry.  ‘Low’ came out in 2013 as the lead single from the album ‘Feel.’ It helped the album debut at 3 on the Billboard 200. Sadly, only 36 on the UK official album charts. It’sContinue reading “‘I was in Year 9 …’”

A Note in the Margin

Found in the margins of an A4 Black Notepad titled ‘2017.’ Odd that Lauren should have signed the entry.  Find out more about Lauren Miller and her brother, Jake, read ‘The Red Marsh King’ – Book One in ‘The Last Extraordinary Days of Jake Miller’ series on Amazon and free on Kindle Unlimited CLICK HEREContinue reading “A Note in the Margin”

Working on the Cover

I’ve put it off for too long. Procrastination. Avoidance. Call it what you will, but we all face it. The deadline for the second book is approaching and it’s about time I started designing the cover. Sometimes you can see an image forming in your head, step-by-step, emerging out of the creative darkness. When thatContinue reading “Working on the Cover”

The Injury of Hope

So I went and did it again. I entered my first novel in another competition. Glutton for punishment or eternal optimist? Am I a fool to blow the tiny marketing budget this way? Or is this a clever move, but only if I win? Am I donating to the not so needy or using opportunitiesContinue reading “The Injury of Hope”

Even Rites of Passage Require Planning

Leeds is almost here. As I type my trusty app tells me there are 15 hours, 41 minutes and 47 second until the festival fun starts. Slightly longer for me. Closer to twenty-four. Plenty of time for planning. Always better up here in the North. Shame Lauren never achieved her dream and like so manyContinue reading “Even Rites of Passage Require Planning”