Another Con Bites The Dust


Another year, another Dublin Comic Con done and dusted. This year was an absolute blast, it has to be said. Stock wise I sold more than I ever had, close to thirty books left my table to go to new homes with people willing to take a punt on my mad stories. I even had a few people come back who had just bought the first book last year. They had enjoyed it so much that they wanted the follow ups. One person even dropped by to just say hi and that he couldn't wait for the fourth one to be released.

For me this is a big deal. Like many artists and writers, I am my own worse critic. The ladyfriend will attest to this without even needing any persuading. I forever wonder if people who have parted with their hard earned cash to read my words actually felt like they got a good deal. People coming back for books two and three or to tell me they can't wait for book four is a pretty big indication that I don't have to worry too much. As herself says if they didn't like it they wouldn't be back.

This is typically followed by her little victory dance as she is "proven right" again.

What was fun about this year as well was that some new budding writers came to my table and actually chatted about the writing process. They wanted tips on how I go about writing or advice on different aspects of putting together a book. Always nice to know that you can help out others on a similar journey.

Of course despite writing being a fairly solo effort, this weekend had a team behind it. So a big thank you to the ladyfriend who gave up her lunch on Friday to set the table up while I was stuck in work. Not to mention dropping me in today and helping out for a bit. Also a friend, who shall go by Mr. M (since I never use real names on this) sat with me both days and helped bag a sale or two in between our more random chats about anything and everything.

Finally a massive note of thanks to everyone who dropped by and just chatted with me. It's always good to meet people at the con.

Roll on next year.


Stolen Updates


The problem with writing books is they take time. That's one of those "duh" statements for a person to make, but it's true. The problem with Time is you cannot store it up and use it as you see fit. Life takes Time, slicing it up. The trick to writing is to find Time.

I've been having trouble with that lately. Work, life, all the stuff in between. It is tricky getting blocks of time to just write the book, even when I am in the editing stages of one.

Damn all those people that can spend all day writing because they don't have boring jobs getting in the way.


Stolen Stories Draft number two was finished this morning. As happened with "Accidental Legend" I've pages of notes. New ideas to try and work in, plot points that need fixing. It is going to take a bit of time to work on.

What was that bit I said about time?

In order to not rush it for Comic Con (August 12th and 13th in the Convention Centre, Dublin ;) ) I am going to say it now: Stolen Stories won't be ready in time. But that just means when I do eventually get it done, you know I will have worked on it for the story and not for the sake of having it finished.

That's good, right?


Hello Online My Old Friend...


...I've come to troll with you again!

Well not really. I've never been the sort to sit on the odd parts of the Internet having arguments with people over things that make absolutely no difference to me in the long run. But I am, finally, back online. At least in the domestic sense of the term.

See in Ireland things move slowly. Painfully so. For too long a single company owned the phonelines and in order to get anything done when it came to telecommunications you had to go through them. Sadly even if you try to go with another Internet provider you must deal with this shitehawk company from the dark ages. It took us a little over five months to just get a phoneline installed before we could get broadband. Five months of polite phonecalls followed up with slightly annoyed ones followed up with one hour long rant at the poor girl on the other end so that she would escalate it up.

But hey, these things happen. Not in modern countries, but definitely in Ireland.

Anyway I figured I would use my newly returned abilities to rant from home to update on the status of the latest book.

Book four in the Filthy Henry series, working title "Stolen Stories", is now draft one complete. Meaning I've about a thousand more hours of work to do before I'm even close to being happy about selling it. Draft one though, still nothing to sneeze at considering all that has been going on in mine and the lady friend's lives lately.

Sadly I am not entirely sure if I can get it ready in time for Dublin Comic Con. I'd rather not rush it just to have something on the stall to sell, even though it would be nice to return this year with four books ready to go. Still, stranger things have happened.

Like people buying the books to begin with ;)