Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Wanna be a Backer?

So most of us enjoy reading, right? And we're all intrigued by the word 'investment.' I mean, who among us hasn't daydreamed about coming across that one off chance, taking that leap despite our gut instincts, and getting the big payout for our bravery?

Well, I can't promise you the big payout, but I can promise you an honourary mention as well as the bragging rights of being a backer, a friend, a fairy Godparent of literature. 38 of us authors are involved in a new project called the Book 38 project. 38 authors, 38 of the world's creepiest abandoned places - put them together and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what's going to happen - 38 horror stories that will have you shitting in your pants, guaranteed.

There's just one problem - the project needs funding. For your dough you get our eternal gratitude, as well as a mention in the front of the book, kind of like movie credits. Yes, you heard me... your name.. in print.

So, what are you waiting for? Follow the link and be a backer :)

Besides, who doesn't love art? Or at least feel sorry for a struggling author... 38 struggling authors.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Emma Ennis? Anseo

Hello there, loyal readers, if indeed there are any of you out there at all and I haven't just invented you in my wishful little mind. I hope you all had a nice Christmas...

Omma Clause
and a happy new year...

So far 2015 has been pretty shite, I think we can all agree, and not just personally. Killings, shootings, this thing in Paris (weak I know, but I don't pay attention to the news; I've enough trouble getting out of the bed some days as it is)... as if January wasn't depressing enough without people going all apeshit on their fellow man. 

But the show must go on. People (namely me) must still promote their books, toil to survive, struggle to achieve their dreams. And the entertainment Gods must still spew out movies for our viewing pleasure. 

I honest to God never understood the whole hype surrounding the Taken trilogy. Sure, it had oodles of gratuitous action, labyrinthine nefarious plots, and of course that oh so memorable phone scene, but was it really so new and different than what we've seen before? Did it really merit two more of the fecking things? Given that I didn't even watch the sequel, you can safely say that I, personally, think not.

Anywhos, if you can't beat them, join them, or in my case, become them. And so, in honour of the much anticipated, though not by me, release of Taken 3 I give you...

Om Neeson

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Moral Dilemma

So, I have a bit of a dilemma. Recently I had one of those light-bulb over the head moments, except this was more like a flood-light or the headlights of an oncoming, speeding train. This gigantic idea came to me out of the blue for a series of books, which (of course) I think is going to be truly the best thing since sliced bread.

Where's the problem in that, I hear you expostulate while gesturing wildly at whatever electronic doohickey you're reading this on? Well, beyond the fact that if I start this thing it will most likely have me tied up for about 10 years, and that's only a wild guess in the early stages of the plans. It's highly possible this time frame could expand like the waist band of my pants seven days from now.

No, my problem is that I've been researching like mad for this thing. However, my {sarky double quotes}research{end sarky double quotes} involves endless hours of dredging through information on anything even remotely occult, as well as urban legends and mythical/supernatural creatures. It also involves watching such things as Castle, Supernatural and the likes of Sin City on a daily basis, not to mention continuing on playing Max Payne 3.

You see, none of this seems quite like work to me. There's a certain sense of guilt mixed in with my feeling of well-being at the end of a hard day's work. No longer do I have to wrestle with my conscience as I plug t'auld laptop into the telly and drool over a healthy helping of Nathan Fillion or Jensen Ackles, or dive neck and eyeballs deep into some article relating to one of the many things that interest the socks off me. It is, after all, in the name of "research"...

I suppose I can take comfort (penance) in the fact that it also involves reading huge chunks of the bible. I wonder should I start to combine this with a little light flagellation? Hmmm... Anyway, Happy Hanukkah.

Rabbi Om

Friday, December 12, 2014

Happy Hobbitday

So, here it is, the end, the last of the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit sagas. The trailers for The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies has been giving me shivers, and I must admit, when I think about it I do get more than a little sad that it's almost over. It's one of those things where you can't wait for it to come, but you don't want it to arrive either.

Bear in mind, fans have been following this franchise since 2001... that's 13 years ago. Excuse me while I take a moment here, to digest how aged I am... Anyway, 13 years, now that's a long time to be following anything, and to suddenly be faced with the end, well, it's nothing short of devastating.

Though I wasn't overly fond of the first Hobbit movie, the rest of the movies in the Tolkien saga blew me away, and not only for the overabundance of manliness therein either. Nope, not a shallow bone in this body.

Of course I'll give all involved the night to celebrate, but come the morrow the movie-making powers-that-be better be dug deep into a brainstorming session over the next epic to reel our way in the absence of these fine gentlemen... I mean fantastical adventure tales. Then again, there is always The Simarillion...

Annnnnnywho, in honour of this great and awful day, I made a meme :)

#fedupwithpolitepromotion #OmboBaggins 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


#thegiftofshutup #happyfeckinchristmas

#OmnisEverdeen #ifweburnyouburnwithus

Monday, December 1, 2014

Thursday, November 27, 2014