Five Stars, Baby!

Five Stars, Baby!

Although, in honesty, personal circumstance and utter embuggerance of day to day being has restricted novel writing of late, it’s utterly lovely to get another glowing review for one’s work (concerning EWAN PENDLE AND THE CASTLE OF NIGHTMARES) …

“I am so happy to read this sequel. I read the White Wrath (Ewan Pendle #1) and fell in love with the world and characters. The author is in this for the long run, that’s clear by the way that the plots between book one and two weave together like one big book.

Book two is just as fantastic as book one. Some questions I had from book one are answered, a lot of those pertaining to Ewan’s history in particular, and brand new questions new are brought to light. I love the setting with its very Harry Potter like feeling. This book even includes a trip to Scotland. While book one had its own fantastic roster of creatures, book two comes in with its own intriguing beings.

The plot is a good rollercoaster of adventure and respite, allowing us the chance to see how the characters act in the heat of action and when the stakes aren’t so high. I’m excited to see what book number three will bring for these characters. This is a fantastic series for people who love urban fantasy academy stories.”

Thank you, Kayla, for your kind review. And it’s especially rewarding to receive such comments from a fellow writer to boot! When will Book Three be on its way, indeed … S.H.

Every F#cking Airport

Don’t all airports look the same?

The fading light, that amber glow, the happy workers seeming content when it’s slow at 1am. You wonder where they go, what they do, how is their life when they’re out in a real world you won’t be able to see.

The steps, the elevators the long and silent rows of luggage trolleys, looking like expectant soldiers, all at attention and waiting, eager to please their new commanding officer. The wheels rolling, scraping, cases bumping and lumping …

Walls and walls of glass and steel, paint and floors, shiny and scraped. Each terminal the inside of a travelers prison, of which you wish to get in, and wait with hundreds upon thousands of others for that slow coming privilege.

And tiredness, oh how I associate sleep deprecation with these foe polished hubs. Uniform wearers, coffee servers, the bored sales assistants at 1am. They look tired too. For the same reasons as I or for wider, more having to do with occupational choice reasons, who really knows.

Airports take you places you really want to go. But to get there, you have to spend time in a place you would rather not be. Airports are what make the actual reality of traveling boring, and being in the places you go to, amazing. All the more amazing because when you get finally there, when you properly get to where you are traveling to, you’re finally no longer in the f#cking airport … S.H.

today

today

Sheep bleating … dogs barking, the bloody dogs … a squeaking/squawking sound which could either be a calling bird or and old swing being tested out by a heavy load … cicadas chirruping … birds chirping … a far off vehicle sailing down a lonely road … the sound of the sunset. The bleeding sunset. A shuffle of tree leaves. Crunching gravel. Humming computer. S.H.

Remember That Time?

Remember That Time?

Remember when I said there would be another book out? Well, I wasn’t lying, but sometimes life gets in the way of life. Amid other things, I’ve directed and produced another short film, one which is taking a little longer than anticipated to complete. Then there’s the preparation for my next feature, a film entitled STREETLIGHTS NEVER DIM YOUR EYES, and a return to directing my own writing.

In the midst of these new flames, a smaller but no less brighter light keeps itself kindled amongst the roaring fires of motivation and imagination. And this and those, I keep ready to remind you all, will be burning a little more brightly each turn of the earth, from this day on … S.H.

And in other news …

And in other news …

There will be more writings on your way soon – ish!

PART THREE of My Uncle the Spy is on its way out soon. As is another novella by yours truely, a children’s tale about a little girl who can’t wake up from one of her nightmares, in the process contemplating that bad dreams aren’t all that bad after all …

Anyhow, in the meantime filmmaking escapades have been monopolising most of my time, but prose is about to make a comeback! S.H.

18 Days

18 Days

Eighteen days since the last post!? Oh dear – see how time flies when you’re doing things which make the time fly? Ah well, never mind … Some film related news soon, Wakefulness getting itself an industry screening in the near future. Aside from that, more projects move on in different ways, so really there’s a lot to talk about. This equals no bloody excuse not to post about. To be honest. S.H.

Ah Crap

Ah Crap

Well yes, you’ve caught me. I think I’ve missed three days now – or is it two … ? The point is, there isn’t one. It was the weekend, and sometimes life is just too damn short. You need to get out there and feed yourself a little. The goal and passion always remains, but you’re allowed to just be human every once and a while. Pressure can work for you, but stress rarely does. Don’t force or fret what, right now, is something you can control. Keep on keeping on, but never forget to just relax … S.H.