Friday, September 22, 2017

Red Wine and Words Two-Point-Oh

Well, would you catch a gander at who went out and got herself a whole new look?

Fancy, huh? And it's not just the outside neither!

EBook available now from and Amazon UK. Paperback coming soon.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Emma Ennis Inc.

My business cards arrived today. I figured I'd need them in case, you know, I ran into Guillermo del Toro in the t'local pub some night and hadn't a copy of my book on hand.

Either way, Guillermo or no, having business cards has a serious pong of adult off it. Wouldn't you agree?

One of my first duties as adult was to blur the contact details. This grown up stuff ain't so dippicult.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Whole Lotta Nuffin

Things have been so busy lately I haven't had time to brag about it. But, coming soon will be reveals, releases, events, news, and bragging galore.

End cryptic post.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

School Days Weren't All That Bad

In passing the da's ever-on telly today I heard the words, 'by sundown' and this poem from my school days came back to me, word for word, in its entirety. (High five, brain.) And it's still a favourite, to this day.

The Conquerors

By sundown we came to a hidden village
Where all the air was still
And no sound met our tired ears, save
For the sorry drip of rain from blackened trees
And the melancholy song of swinging gates.

Then through a broken pane some of us saw
A dead bird in a rusting cage, still
Pressing his thin, tattered breast against the bars
His beak wide open.
And as we hurried through the weed-grown street
A gaunt dog started out from some dark place
And shambled off on legs as thin as sticks
Into the woods to die at least in peace.

No one had told us victory was like this;
There was not one amongst us who'd have eaten bread
Before he'd filled the mouth of the grey child
That sprawled stiff as a stone before the shattered door.
There was not one who did not think of home.

by Henry Treece

Any other favourites out there?

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Fancy, Huh?

A collection of 16 delicious short stories of the darker persuasion in eBook or paperback

For the whole of October, Red Wine and Words eBook is just 99 cent. Click on the link below to get yours.

Lots of other great titles from Post Mortem Press are also on sale, so don't come crying to me if you're bored during the long winter evenings!

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

7D7M: Day 7

My excuse this time? Well, I had my face in a pint all weekend, and for the last few days I've been paying for that and have been forced to bed before most pre-teens. To be honest, I'm glad this 7 movies in 7 days thing is over, because I've sat through some utter drivel in the past week. One such culprit is:

It Follows

I spent the entire film waiting for some deep and profound backlying/underlying/any-way-lying story to crop up. I was still waiting when the credits rolled. I don't think there's anything deep about this film. It just glazes over the top level of horror. It barely touches on the what; it doesn't even attempt to explain the why. Which to me, is just lazy, uninspired storytelling and this really grinds my fucking gears.
I don't usually like to bitch about the human factor in films because I find it's most often a rather personal opinion. For instance, I wouldn't watch a movie that had Sandra Bullock acting in it, but I know of many of would watch it just because she's in it. Anyway, still cranky from the hangover from Hell, tonight I will indulge.
To be blunt, the acting was as dead as the storyline. I honest to Methuselah don't think the MC's facial expression changed from the start when things were hunky dory, all through the shit hitting the fan and to the also dead, banal ending. 
Would I recommend it? Would I recommend it? Not on your nelly. Not if it was the last thing on telly. Not even if I could find another line that rhymed. Seriously, don't bother. Do anything besides watching it. Floss your cats. Check out what that new taser feels like on your nuts. Anything to save you the pain that is It Follows.
My conscience, and hard-drive, is clear.