The Publishing Iceberg

Posted on December 11, 2025 by Mark Hayes

The majority of my work, though not all, is self published, there are reasons I chose to publish this way, I have discussed them many times on different posts so I am not going to waffle on about the whys in this one. Instead I am going to give a little insight into the iceberg of self publishing, and how the one major downfall of doing this all in house as it were, is doing it all in ones own house, as opposed to working with a publishing house.

For perspective, I have recently finished writing a commissioned book on old tentacle hugger and his work. The experience of working with a traditional publisher has been a great one. As has been just being responsible for the writing, and checking proofs etc. As it was commissioned work with a one off payment none royalty deal, I have no further responsibility to the book, I don’t need to do promotion work and help to sell it. I have no skin in the game, beyond my name on the cover.

Now of course I will do some promotion stuff for the book, I’ll talk of it here when it is released and/or I have a publication date. I’ll do all the normal posting on social media, and general background publicity, because it does have my name on the cover and I would like it to be successful. But my relationship with the book as far as its publication is concerned came to an end with the final proofs. And to an extent that is the one major advantage of doing a book for a traditional publishing house.

In the world of self-publishing on the other hand, your relationship with your publisher and the books they publish ends only in death… A terminal end to the contract that is pest avoided as long as possible. This is not to say you can’t just publish a book then leave it alone for ever, you certainly can do that. You can just publish a book and never touch it again, just send it out into the world with nothing but hopes and prayers to the divinity of your choice. But you won’t…

There are endless reasons you may go back to a published book and change something, the list below is just a few of them…

  • Fixing that typo
  • A new imprint name
  • A new cover
  • New books in the also by list
  • New editions

So to take them one at a time, and I will keep this brief

Fixing that typo… Even traditional publishers books have typos, despite all the additional resources they have at their disposal. If you have spent anytime proof reading for yourself or others, then pick up a mainstream book, you will start to notice them. Despite the several stages each of my books has gone though the odd typo still slips through. I keep a list for each book and fix them in blocks once I have a long enough list (more than 1 per 10000 words)

A new Imprint name… My imprint is my publishing house. Literally my publishing house as it is the ‘publisher’ of my self-published books. Why have an imprint, why not just list yourself as publisher? Because self-publishing has certain stigma’s attached. An imprint reduces some of that, by giving the perception of a small independent publishing house, which is what you are i any regard.

When I published Cider Lane over ten years ago I used the name of the nature reserve behind my house and street I live on, and created an imprint called Saltholme Books. It served me well enough for the next several years but a few years back I changed the imprint to Steampowered Books, because it worked better for a writer who spends much of his writing time in the 19th century. Also it worked better for the publishing house website/blog which I own. Don’t bother looking up the Steampowered Books website as there is just a holding page right now , but I have owned the name a few years and it is one of the things I will get around to sorting it all out at some point.

Long term, the imprint may include a book or two by other people. There is one in particular I want to publish under the Steampowered Books banner but that will be a while I suspect.

In any regard when I revisit the files for an old saltholme book I change the imprint and publisher details.

A new cover… No matter how much you love your cover, at some point you might decide to change it. In the case of Paperbacks and hardback you might want to include the new logo for the publishing house on the back as well…. There may be other reasons too…

New Books in the also by list... You keep writing books, you want to add them to the ‘also by’ list. Otherwise why have an also by list if it is missing half your books.

New Editions… Back in around 2023 Amazon started printing hardbacks. I like Amazon hardbacks editions, they are very nice books. Novels previous to 2023 did not have Hardback editions, every book I have published since has. So when I have the time I and working through the back catalogue.

Hardbacks are bigger books , they require different dimensions in the covers, this requires some paid software to resolve… As for audio…. Here in lays a tale.

My fellow author and friend Kate Baucherel recently surprised me with a full set of audio files for the Lucifer Mandrake novel. I had not asked her to record 10 hours worth of audio book, and she didn’t tell me she was doing so. I am very very grateful and sent her a lot of expensive designer rum (from Villains of York , whom’s rum I can highly recommend)

She did however cause me some unexpected work. I needed to make an audio cover which as you may know is square rather than the tradition vertical oblong of book covers. the easy way to do this is with Canva, which I use to design covers and has the original Mandrake cover with all the various aspects that went together to make it. Resizing the kindle/paperback cover requires the professional version which I rent whenever I need to do a fair bit of work of this kind. I am quite pleased with the results…

Audio square, original

Now as I have Canva pro for a while it made since to do some other work, which took me to Maybe, the last of my major works to not have a hardback edition ( aside the three Hannibal Smyth novels but the compendium edition is in hardback so they are not high on the list of jobs). Hardbacks need bigger cover, increasing the size means the relative places for titles change, its a whole thing… But Canva does it just fine with the pro edition so good time to sort that out.

However, here is an odd thing. Maybe is arguably my most successful book on line, but on the table at events it merges into the background. The cover, which works fine on line, is too dark on a black table cloth. It does not ‘pop’, to use a terrible phrase. So if I was making a hardback cover I may as well go the whole hog and try to ‘brighten’ it a little. Canva has the perfect tools for this, it was just a case of faffing about till I got it right. But if I was changing the cover for the Hardback, I needed to redo the Paperback and kindle edition overs too. So I played with the original, then resized for hardback. So new covers all round…

Original (dark) , New (bright), Hardback

Okay, now HB internals are different too, at the very least you need to change the ISBN number in the legal bit at the front, but it occurred to me if I was fiddling with HD internals I may as well do the PB internals as well at the same time and update the ‘also by’ pages and the imprint page. Which mean is need to do that withe the kindle too…

Okay… and if I am changing the imprint I should really get around to making the imprint logo I keep telling myself to do for Steampowered books, and if I do that I can put the logo on the back cover as well as the internal cover. So I should make them… Luckily I have Canva right now so now is a good time to do so…

Soi I did that… Colour and monochrome , cover and internals. Don’t they look great…

This all ended up as two days work, more or less, at which point, after all the new files were sent and done I realized the following, I had spelt Steampowered Books in the logo ‘Steampowereded’ So now I have to wait on amazon approving the files which take 24 hours as a rule, so I can go back in, fix a frankly ridiculous typo, and submit them again….

Yes, I managed to make a typo while making in my imprint logo. This is so ridiculously on point I can not help but laugh… And incase your wondering when I spotted that, well after typing the words Don’t that look great about six lines ago and wondering where to wrap this post up…

Self-publishing is an iceberg, there is much the reader never sees, and always more of it below the waterline, ho hum, off to Canva to fix those logo files.

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Dear Edgar 48 ~ The Oblong Box

Posted on December 9, 2025 by Mark Hayes

In September 1841 John C Colt, the brother of renown gunsmith and industrialist Samuel, found himself in the unenviable position of being choked to death with his own cravat. In fairness to the elegant neck wear it was not responsible for the attempt on its wearers life, rather Samuel Adams, a printer of text books who had been employed by Colt, was using the cravat as an improvised garrote. This was over the matter of $1.35, an inconsiderable sum even in 1841 to motivate an attempted murder by neckwear, one would think.

In fear for his life, John began reaching out for anything he could use to fend off his attacker and his hand came to rest on what he assumed was the handle of a hammer. In the event it proved to be a small hatchet, and after he struck Adams several times with it the textbook printer fell to the floor and bled out. Luckily once the cravat was readjusted it proved none the worse for the experience, though it did sorely need an ironing, but even with sartorial elegance repaired Colt was faced with as problem. There was a body on the printing room floor, and he was still owed $1.35.

Luckily a ship somewhat perversely named for the land locked Michigan city of Kalamazoo was due to sail for New Orleans on the morning tide, a large shipping crate was in the print works, and several hundred weight of salt. So Colt clean up the blood, packed Adams in the crate, covered him in salt and got a cart driver called Barstow to drop the crate off at the docks. But not before Colt helped himself to the printers engraved gold watch. He was owed $1.35 after all…

It was then events conspired against the gunsmiths brother, a storm blew down the coast from Maine and what started out as little more than a squall built into a full blown gale. The Captain of the Kalamazoo, a cautious man, kept her in port an extra day, and the body was discovered due to an unfortunate smell, just before the Police arrived with a search warrant. Armed with little more than circumstantial evidence, and a few witness statements that placed Colt in proximity of the crime the police arrested him, and found he still had the gold watch he had taken in leu of the debt owe him.

While in prison awaiting either a retrial of his execution Colt dined expensive meals brought in from high end hotels in New York. These included quail on toast, game pates, and ortolans… If you are remember ortolans from way back when we discussed The Duc de L’Omelette and how they are traditionally prepared for the table, any semblance of sympathy you may have held for John C Colt has probably flown out the window…

The woeful tale of John C Colt, who killed himself in prison before his execution* inspired our own Dear Edgar to write The Oblong Box, a story about a man shipping his dead wife’s corpse north to New York so she could be buried in the family plot, in a wooden crate, which his friend, our narrator, mistakenly assumes contains a copy of Leonardo De Vinci’s last supper…

*or possibly did not as at least one conspiracy theory, and there are several, suggests he escapes, having killed another prisoner of similar bult to himself, and started a fire to disguise the body before hightailing it to California where he lived large on accountancy text book money for another fourteen years with the wife he wed in prison…

The box in question is been shipped not in the hold but in a third stateroom. This is a ploy we, the reader, is unaware of until the end. The ships captain, to ally superstitions, does not want the body in the hold, and neither does the widower. So the captain agree to placing it in a stateroom, for a price no doubt, and to avoid suspicion a homely maid agrees to pretend to be the wife for the extent of the journey. Hence the narrators initial confusing, having never previously met ‘the wife’ but having been told she is a renown beauty.

The widower, due to the lack of context for the narrator, seems to be acting strangely, and spends time weeping by the, obviously coffin shaped, box, which the narrator puts down to his love of art… Then there is a storm the ship is going to capsize and the captain orders everyone to abandon ship. The widower refuses to leave the box and is washed out to sea never to be seen again. The narrator then learns the truth some time after on a chance meeting with the captain of the lost ship.

Poe’s story is a good story, it is well written, because of course it is, the suspense is well handled and the strangeness of the narrators friends actions hold your interest. Even the pay off at the end is well weighted if slightly mundane after all the strangeness that precedes it. But that’s all it is. It doesn’t hold the attention and take root in your mind the way stories like The Pit and the Pendulum, or The Fall of the House of Usher do, or indeed the story of John C Colt that inspired it.

Now, of course, the story of John C Colt was mainly of interest and captured the public mind at the time because of the legend of big brother Samuel and the gun that won the west… John was an accountant who made his living with speaking engagements of double entry book keeping, and text-books on the same. If it wasn’t for Samuel Colt’s revolver, the New York public would not have cared less about the case. Instead, because of Samuels fame, it filled column inches, and hence came to our Dear Edgars attention and the Oblong Box was written a year or two after it had all been forgotten.

Here though is the crux, Poe’s story is perfectly fine, but I would argue that it is the story of John C Colt’s oblong box that remain easily the most compelling of the two.

THREE RAVENS WHO ALL FIND THE STORY OF JOHN C COLT MORE COMPELLING.

Should you read it: Despite all I have said… probably.

Bluffers fact: To go back to John C Colt, it is interesting to note that the police could only identify the body of Adams because of his gold ring, which Colt did not take but cause the watch covered the $1.35 he was owed. Had he taken the ring, identifying Adams would have been impossible and had the state been unable to prove the body was Adams could have caused the case to collapse. So if only the debt had been $2.35 Colt might have been spared the guilty verdict…

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Dear Edgar 47 ~ Mesmeric Revelation

Posted on December 8, 2025 by Mark Hayes

1844 was one of the most prolific years of our Dear Edgars life, despite this he did not write a great deal of note in that time. This is to say much of what he wrote was fairly average fiction by his own high standards. The previous year of 1843 had brought us high water marks with The Tell-tale Heart, The Goldbug, and The Pit and The Pendulum. the 1844 stories suffer from comparison.

All this was set against the degenerating health of Virginia. His wife had first showed signed of Tuberculosis two years earlier, coughing up blood while singing at the piano. While she recovered somewhat from the initial bout of consumption it was clear her health was never going to fully recover, the next two years were years of steady decline. Our Dear Edgar found solace in the bottle as he had in the years before his marriage. The worse she got, the more he drank and the more he brooded.

Sometime in late 1844 Poe was to pen the poem that was to make him famous, though The Raven was not published in the January of the following year. Nothing else he wrote in 1844 would have much of an impact. Among them was this tale, Mesmeric Revelation, which from the first is not really a story at all.

What Mesmeric Revelation is in terms of story is no more than a framework in which to discus meta-physics, in much the same way he did with the earlier stories The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion, and The Colloquy of Monos and Una. Unlike those two earlier examples Mesmeric Revelation manages to hold the interest even though it is admittedly heavy going at points. However, that said I must declare my own interest here, it is a story that leans heavily into ideologies and concepts that fascinate and inform somewhat my personal belief system. Which I shall not burden you with here.

The story, for what part of this is a story, involves a mesmerizer, or hypnotist, putting a subject close to death into a deep hypnotic state, and then asking him questions about exitance and god. The theory been that as the mane is close to death he will have insight into existence, the intellect and the soul. And by extension the divine.

So he puts him under hypnotic suggestion, asks a series of questions, which become increasingly complex, then after a long dialogue between the Mesmer and his subject, the dying man expirees. That in essence is the story. What makes it interesting is the dialogue between the Mesmer and his client.

What is plain is Poe was using this story as a medium to express some complicated philosophical ideas. What is thought, and what is the mind among them. Does the mind exist independent of the body, and if so what is death. The body dies but does the mind continue, is the mind not in essence the soul and if the soul exists then what is its relationship to the divine. And how, can any of that be looked at through the medium of ‘modern’ physical science.

Of course the ‘modern’ Physical Science we are talking about here is modernity as it was in 1844. At the time the smallest possible thing we had conceived of was the atom. It would be over 50 years before Thomson discovered the electron, another 20 until Rutherford identified the proton and 14 more after that before Chadwick discovered the neutron. The point being Poe’s understanding of the physical universe was very much the understanding of the 1840’s and so much of what the Mesmer’s subject reveals is based on our pervious understanding. The theory of Luminiferious Ether was still cutting edge scientific thought. To find the divine in ether, and say it permeated all things was an interesting, some may even say profound, concept in 1844.

The idea of un-particled matter took Luminiferious Ether a step further, effectively saying god exists in the realm of thought, in the infinite littleness between atoms…

To the modern eye, in the era of quantum physics, and string theory, this all seems a tad quaint. I find it interesting because it looks at the divine through the medium of cutting edge science in the 1840’s, because I have sought to look at a pagan divine through the medium of quantum science. It is both inspiring to know Poe did much the same in this tale, and humbling to realize that he was limited by the science of his time. Just as we are by ours.

THREE VERY INTERESED RAVENS… (FOR MYSELF THERE WOULD BE FOUR BUT I AM AWARE THIS IS MY OWN BIAS OF INTERESTS)

SHOULD YOU READ IT: It is not a story, there is no narrative and there is no twist at the end aside a dying man dies. However if you like metaphysical debate, even if the context is dated, then yes you should.

Bluffers fact: The existence of aether, which later became known as ether originated with Sir Issac Newton, and was put forward in his Third Book of Opticks. The final book of the trilogy. It was very well received at the time but lacked the gravitas of some of Newtons other work.

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Minoan Dreams

Posted on December 1, 2025 by Mark Hayes

The shallow blue Aegean sea between Greece and Modern Turkey is a basin of ancient civilizations, where east meets west and the cultures that first sprang from ancient Mesopotamia mix. To the south of that sea, when the Aegean borders the deeper waters of the Mediterranean lays an island that birthed a culture older than Greek legends. A thousand years older than the Greece of Aristotle and Plato. Older even than the Mycenaean Greeks who predated the Classical culture and inform so many Greek myths. The island is Crete, but once more than 3500 years ago, it was home to the Minoans, arguably the first great European culture.

In actuality to call the Minoans themselves Europeans is something of a stretch, the best guess historians can offer is the people that first settled Minos migrated there from Anatolia, either due to drought, or population pressures. Coming to Crete they brought much of their culture with them but once isolated on the island that culture quickly evolved. Their myths and stories evolved too, from those of the upper reached of Mesopotamia, into something distinct, different and culturally based around the islands climate, as well as their own journey to become Minoans.

Now I could write a lot more about the Minoans and their culture, history and ascendance but frankly if I did I would probably get a lot of it wrong, there is every chance some of the above is wrong, so if you want to know more about it you should go and read Labrys & Horns: An Introduction to Modern Minoan Paganism By Laura Perry, which I reviewed back in June as is all the primer you will ever need, and has a great list of other books you can go on to read if you fall in love with the Minoan culture.

The reason I am talking about the Minoans today is because of one of Laura’s other books, one which came out in may this year, and is just a special kind of wonderful.

Tales from the Labyrinth: Modern Minoan Myths

Examples of the art within Laura’s book

Tales from the labyrinth derives it name, to an extent, from one of the most well-known myths about the island culture. A myth that comes down to us through the Greeks, the myth of the labyrinth of King Minos and the creature that dwelled within it it, the Minotaur. Though that myth is just one of the many fragments of Minoan mythology that comes to us through the Aegean cultures that came after. The problem is that many of them are just that mere fragments form a culture who had writing but not in a from we can now interpret, there has never been a Rosetta Stone for the Minoan language. Linear A as it is called, is similar in some to early cruciform script but only to a degree, and is unique to Crete.

What Laura has done is take the foundations of what is known about Minoan mythology and built upon it to create a modern interpretation of those myths and the mythology as a whole. Given them structure and a thread, tied them as all mythology is, to the culture itself, the island of Crete and the seasons of the eastern Mediterranean. In Crete the growing seasons is the winter of northern Europe, You plant around Halloween and harvest around easter. The summers are hot and dry, a dead time when nothing grows.

The fragments of mythology you might recognize from later cultures where the growing season is summer are turned on the head a little. Also Laura is entirely open about much of her work been educated guesses. Highly researched, well informed, guesses. But none of that matters. What she has put together is a beautifully complex interweaving of the known and the unknow to produce what is as close as we can get to a mythological cycle for a culture so distant from our own. But it is a culture that may be distant but one that informs our own even across the chasm of years between us.

This cycle of myths has also been beautifully illustrated by Laura in her own Minion inspired style, based on the art of the island found in mosaic, on pottery and else where. The art is just that, beautiful, which is why while it would be worth buying this book on kindle for the words alone, the art makes it worth buying in paperback, or hardback even. This book is just a beautiful thing, I am sorely tempted to by a second copy, just to cut out a few examples of the full page art and frame it for the walls in my study*

*no of course I don’t really have a study, I just call my front room my study. One of the advantages of bachelorhood in later life is you can choose what your rooms are for…

The complex mythology is a wonder, a walk through our collective cultural past. The art is beautiful in both simplicity of complexity. In all this is a joy to read, and reread, and to just look at.

But, there is also more to it than simply that, it is a window on humanity soul, our pagan past, and the mythology that is the seed from which we grew. Yes these are modern interpretations and yes the are based on mere fragments, but even so these stories remind us of who we once were, of a common past. Something we all need once in a while.

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Dear Edgar 46 ~ The Premature Burial

Posted on November 28, 2025 by Mark Hayes

In 1844, the second great cholera pandemic (1826 – 1837) had been over for seven years, fear of the disease had not lessoned and minor outbreaks had continued to occur. More importantly perhaps than the minor out breaks that the authorities had learned to contain were the lasting phycological scars the pandemic created within society. One of which was a tendency to isolate sick communities entirely if cholera was suspected, which was not unbeneficial as long as you were not one of the healthy barricaded in with the sick. The other was an increase in Taphophobia, the fear of been buried alive.

The reason Taphophobia increased dramatically in the aftermath of the cholera pandemic’s was simple enough, the authorities often mandated that the dead be buried as soon as possible. In the case of the poor, who due to lack of sanitation tended were far more likely to be caught up in a major outbreak this often meant mass graves for whole districts, with the bodies of the dead wrapped in shrouds and thrown in, like the plague pits of old. Grim stories abounded of people wrongly pronounced dead, awaking to find themselves buried under the bodies and weakened by illness struggling to exhume themselves before the pit was filled in. Wealthier victims too were said to awaken within their coffins, and in some rare cases fight their way free, or be heard by loved ones visiting the grave site and rescued. Which lead to the popularity of ‘grave bells’ like the design below.

Of course much of these cases were urban myths that spread the way such things do. That said one notable doctor of the time Henry Jacques Garrigues known mostly for the introduction of anesthetic to America once said…

“out of every 200 coffins put under ground in this country the occupant of at least one of them is simply in a lethargic state and is buried alive”

It was against this background that our own Dear Edgar wrote The Premature Burial. Though in no way was this his first delve into the subject. Back in 1835 at the height of the second cholera pandemic Poe wrote Berenice, the name sake of which was mistakenly buried alive, in 1839 Madeline Usher was entombed alive before the house fell and while those are obvious examples they are not alone. Poe knew the the fear of been buried alive was a very real fear commonly held within the populous. If anything it would be surprising if he had not written about it. What he wrote is something of a masterpiece of phycological horror…

The story begins with the narrator talking about the ghastly fates of many, relating several famous examples of people being presumed dead, or buried alive either by accident or design. Most of these I can only assume were Poe made up, or took from reports of a dubious nature, but all of them hold the germ of possibility and are described in detail. A couple of these would be gripping stories in of themselves, in particular the wonderful tale of Mademoiselle Victorine Lafourcade which could almost be an outline for a decades spanning novel that could have rivaled Wuthering Heights as a gothic romance.

The narrator, it is fair to say, is a tad obsessed with stories of those who are inhumed before their time, and obsession that starts to affect him directly when he develops catalepsy, and fears he will fall into a stupor and himself be buried alive. Because of this he has left complex instructions to avoid such a fate, such as he is not to be buried until his body begins visibly putrefying. That a safety catch be fitted to the family tomb so it can be opened form the inside, and slotted vents be fitted so sunlight will always reach through into the tomb.

This story is all about the build up, which is slow and deliberate in nature. Poe takes great pains with the small stories full of gruesome details to explore the reasons behind his narrators fear of been buried alive. It is a tad long winded, which make me suspect he was again been paid by the word as the main story is really the second half of the tale, in which the narrator focus on himself. Unlike some of the other times when Poe was clearly ‘being paid by the word’ the story as a whole does not suffer from feeling bloated, the early part which may be filler is still wonderfully written and engaging. Where the story does go astray a little is for a section towards the back end which becomes very esoteric for a short while which doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of the tale.

There is nothing wrong with the esoteric sequence, it is beautiful in its own strange way, but it just doesn’t need to be there, and feels odder for it, but that perhaps was Poe’s intention. His narrator believes he is in a casket below the ground and his worst fears have come true, so a little esoteric sequence talking to death is not entirely out of place, just at odds with the more prosaic nature of the tale as a whole. Yet again, like the long introduction section it just works with a dark beauty all its own just the same.

The ending is something of a stretch, but this is a story for the telling not the pay off at the end. Suffice to say the narrator is not actually in a coffin and it is his own fear that convinced him that this was to be his fate. But not every story is about the end and this one is truly a story about the telling.

A GREATER FLOCK OF RAVENS GATHERED AROUND A FRESH GRAVE

Should you read it: It is one of those perfect stories that hits every note, a Ballard of beautiful wonder that is perfect because it is perfect. So yes, yes you should…

Bluffers fact: Before this story, as I mentioned earlier, Poe wrote several stories including Berenice, The Fall of the House of Usher, Morella, Ligeia, with the exception of this one and the later story The Cask of Amontillado the victims of these premature burials were all women, and all of them come back to haunt the men telling the story.

We are not sure what this says about our Dear Edgar, but he certainly was something of a taphophile, but then so are we all at Halloween.

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Overload

Posted on November 26, 2025 by Mark Hayes

This is a bit of a rant, you may disagree with it, and that’s fine…

There is a friend of mine, a good friend, a friend I like very much, and with whom I share a great many foundational moral principals, who I find my self snoozing for 30 day on Facebook every month. Not because I dislike or are offended by any his posts in general, but because they are relentless.

Utterly unbearably relentless.

At one point, while not snoozed, he put up a post say “If you are offended by the things I post feel free to unfollow me.” but I am not offended. I agree with them, and I do not wish to unfollow him, I just want him to be less utterly relentless… It is a problem, and indeed it is a problem that affects peoples mental health, drives wedges between them, and I would argue, doesn’t help the cause he is trying to champion either.

To explain why I think this, lets go for a wander down memory lane… To a simpler time.

When I grew up, and for the early part of my adult life the news was a thing you got in national newspapers on a morning and local papers on an evening. There was also the news every two hours for five minutes on the radio. While on TV the early evening news for half an hour at 6 o’clock, and the evening news at 9 (or 10 if you watched the other side). And that was it. News entered you life in half our segments if you didn’t have better things to do than watch it.

Obviously there was not less news, but there was less news coverage. You knew there was a war on somewhere in the Middle East because Kate Aidie was there in a flack jacket and helmet dodging bombs to report on it. If there was something we needed to know, she would tell us…

Fast forward to the world of 24 hour news cycles and channels, social media et al. And I can not tell you the name of any war correspondent.

I can tell you a lot about war however, which is perhaps a good thing. Wars do not get forgotten, and human suffering does not get forgotten… As long as it a war involving some kind of western political interest. There are many conflicts going on in the world that no one is highlighting but lets not get into that right now. the point is that if you want to know what is going on it is easy to go and find out, and Kate Aidie doesn’t need to tell you.

This is to say a simple google search, a flick through Blue-sky or Twitter, and you will find all the terrible things you could possibly wish to know about. But you have to go look. Which is good, because sometimes you don’t want to. Not because you don’t want to know. Not because you want to close your eyes to the horror of the world. But because you need a break…

Oh for the good old days of half hour news programs you did to need to watch.

So back to my friend, a left wing Christian with a heart in the right place. Slightly left of center just below the four rib… He has very strong opinions about the current genocidal war in Gaza, the Ukraine and British politics. I know this because I know him. I agree with almost 90% of everything he posts on these subjects, the 10% I disagree with is simply because I am slightly less left and more center on some subjects. So to be clear I have no problem with the posts he makes.

The problem I have is the sheer relentlessness of his posts. Five posts on Gaza today, five posts yesterday, five posts the day before that… Every post is about horrible things, terrible things, things I agree we should be righteously angry about. And individually I agree with his sentiments in each of them. Collectively however they are a constant hammer on a nail that is already hammered in place. They make me numb to it all.

I can be angry about Gaza, Thump, Ukraine, The Right Wing and Nigel bloody Farage. I can be angry about all of them. But I can not be angry about all of them all the time. More importantly I don’t want to be.

Another of the things he has said is “If my posts upset you, good they are supposed to be upsetting!” and it is there he loses me. Social media is not the nightly news, I do not go on social media to be upset by the shit going on it the world. I don’t want my friends to constantly post about the horrible things that are happening. Indeed I go on social media for the exact opposite reason, I go there to connect with friends and to get a break from the horrible shit in the world.

I have 24 hour news, news sites for that, and ‘gods forbid,’ twitter. For all the bad shit.

On social media I want to see pictures of my fiends in silly costumes, friends bad jokes and news that makes me smile. If a friend does have bad news to share I want to know about it is the personal bad new like illness or the death of a loved one. Things I can offer support and sympathy for or even a helping hand. Not impersonal news about children been bombed on the Gaza strip. I am already aware of that and it is not something I can do anything about and furthering our awareness of things we are already aware of achieves nothing. It is not like we are unaware to start with.

This is not to say a post now and again is a problem in this regard. I am all in favor of keeping the issue present in the zeitgeist but several posts an hour, every day, constantly, achieves nothing good. It makes people numb to the word and care less not more. It is psychologically damaging, and not just to the ones who’s feed is getting flooded with the horrific but to the one doing the posting to begin with.

We know what is going on in the world, I am probably more aware than most, but I do not need friends to remind me when I am looking to escape from it all for a few moments. Life is short and happiness is a finite, so spread joy not tears.

Here end’th the rant…

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The Also By Anomaly

Posted on November 21, 2025 by Mark Hayes

Currently I am typesetting a second short anthology of stories of the kind I oft refer top as Passing Place tales. That being stories of a certain kind, the kind that might appear between the pages of my 2016 novel Passing Place after which this blog is named. This has lead to me needing to redo the Also By pages. Normally this is black and white pictures of cover, with a small blurb or an edited down review. Or a simple list of books on one page.

In the kindle version thee would of course have links to the versions, but in print it just acts as a list.

I decide to do something different for Auguries of Euryale, my forthcoming anthology of my own work. I decided instead to write it in a more narrative style, telling a story of my novels and other works. I think it sort of works as a more interesting way to do the Also by pages…

The Auguries of the Also By

This book was not the first anthology of The Passing Place. Before this book came ‘The Strange and the Wonderful’, if you enjoyed these stories, you will enjoy those too.

Before ‘The Strange and the Wonderful’ came The Passing Place itself, a novel about Richard, a piano player, coming off the road trip to end all road trips as he was seeking answers to an impossible question. Why his wife took her own life…

The novel is centered around the telling of stories in a strange bar on the edge of reality. A Bar that is advertising for a piano player in a bus station window, when Richard pitches up with his last couple of dollars in a Midwest town in the middle of a thunderstorm. The card also says that any successful applicant must know one song in particular. ‘Endless Winter’, an obscure track for an equally obscure 70’s album. A song that also just happens to be Richards deceased wife’s favorite song.

It is then that the cat tells him to take the job.  

A third anthology of short stories by the same author is ‘Cheesecake, Avarice and Boots’ which contains a novella set in the Passing Place, when Hannibal Smyth falls into the bar, in a most literal sense, when he is thrown off the side of an airship. When not avoid a painful death by falling into an impossible bar rather than the middle of the Pacific Ocean, Hannibal Smyth, who’s real name is Harry Smith when he is not posing as a member of the officer class in the Royal Airship Force, is serving queen and country as a somewhat unwilling agent of The Ministry in an alternative steampunk modern era in which Queen Victoria is over two hundred and been kept alive by nefarious means to hold together a British Empire that never fell.

As well as the novella and several of the short stories in ‘Cheesecake, Averice and Boots’ Hannibal is also the protagonist and somewhat unreliable narrator of a trilogy of novels, ‘A Spider in the Eye’, ‘From Russia With Tassels’, and ‘A Squid on the Shoulder’. A rogue, a liar, murder, thief, traitor and unwilling agent of the crown, Hannibal tells the reader from the very beginning that they can not trust a word he says.

The novels, novella and the most pertinent short stories are available in a collected edition ‘The Complete Hannibal Smyth Misadventures’.  

While Hannibal Smyth is Steampunk in a twisted version of the modern era, the world of Hannible Smyth diverged form our own in the mid-Victorian period when HG Wells took it on himself to alter the natural course of events. It is in this earlier era that the novel ‘Maybe’ is set. In ‘Maybe’ Eliza Tu-Pa-Ka morns the death of her father the brilliant Samoan engineer   Ma-Ya-Bee and seeks to hold his murders to account with the aid of Benjamin West, of the Kensington West’s and his former manservant Gothe, who is formally alive. Intrigue abounds as shadowy villains put the fate of the empire at risk. A game of high stakes is being played. Higher Stakes than Eliza, mistakenly called Miss Maybe, could have imagined.

Staying with alterative Victorians we come to ‘Lucifer Mandrake and the Exoteric Cricket ball’. Mandrake began as a short story in a Harvey Duckman Anthology. A tale of the kind you oft come across in the Passing Place, one set in a Victorian world where the arcane is real and governed by Newtons Laws of Magic. A tale that grew from its telling as once Lucifer Mandrake was born in that short story it became obvious there was novel waiting to be written.

Lucifer is Arcanist to the Court of St James by appointment of the queen herself. Plots are afoot, someone is resurrecting dead peers of the realm and sending the back to the house of lords as zombies. Someone is bound to notice eventually.

There is a threat to Queen Victoria herself, as plotters seem to replace her with the King of Hanover. An old grimoire has been stollen, an face from Lucifer’s past returns to haunt him. He must face a haunted version of his own city in the fae realm, break foul enchantments that endanger the royal family and betrayal by those he trusts most.

But more than that he must face the other version of himself, the one within, hidden behind the eyes of Luci Drake.

Lucifer, Hannibal, Miss Maybe and others have all walked through the doors of The Passing Place. Miss Maybe was there right at the start, appearing briefly as a cameo in the original novel long before her own story was ever written or even fully conceived.

Others are there too, Susanna from my very first novel ‘Cider Lane’ shows up as a nightmare in a corridor. H.P. Lovecraft has sat at the bar, before he was asked to leave for preaching about abstinence and sent out into the garden to stare out into the darkness beyond at something red…

At some point the author of these Novels and short stories accidently wrote the ‘Lexinomicon’ a non-fiction guide to Lovecraft’s fiction, which lead to him being invited to write a second book on The Strange Worlds of H.P. Lovecraft.

This is also not the end, the doors of The Passing Place never close, new stories are waiting to be told. New novels waiting to be written.

Something Red dwells in the darkness waiting with Scarlet Sometimes. Lucifer Mandrake, Hannibal Smyth and Miss Maybe all have new tales to tell. Meanwhile Anna Kirkpatrick a teenage witch from Teesside is waiting round the corner with Mr Spleen and deMafesss practical Lawyers to the Fae Kings court on her tail. She has gotten hold of something precious to the Elf king, and at some point she might even work out what it is and tell the author…

May your darkness hold glimmers of light and your light hold shades of darkness.

With regards for happy readings  

Mark Hayes 2026

Auguries of Euryale will be out in the new year, if not before, but it is running late for a December release so January seems favorite right now. The name comes from a combination of two of the stories in the book. Auguries which is a new Lucifer Mandrake story set ten years after the novel, but written to avoid spoilers. And Euryale, who’s name you might recognize as she is one of the two immortal sisters of medusa. Euryale now works in a charity shop in Cheem, because immortality chafes if you don’t keep yourself busy. There are twelve stories in total some long some short, all the kinds of tales that would be told in the passing place.

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Dear Edgar 45 ~ A Tale of the Ragged Mountains

Posted on October 31, 2025 by Mark Hayes

Science Fiction is awash with tales of procession or bodily transference, not by satanic forces though they are plenty of those, but stories told by a protagonist who processed for a time the body of another. Often these processions are in an earlier or later time and place, or someone is fully transported to another time and place. There are many variations on the theme but the theme is very much the same each time. It is a stranger in a strange land, not sure of themselves nor the world they find themselves in.

It is not an uncommon device. The other great literary Edgar, Edgar Rice Burroughs who is perhaps best known for Tarzan, wrote the Barsoom series set on Mars, in which John Carter a 19th century American spends a lifetime living on a Mars that may or may not have corresponded to the Mars of his own time period. Lovecraft used the device multiple times but never more so than in his seminal ‘The Shadow out of Time’. Michael Moorcock uses it frequently, perhaps best in his Oswald Barnstable novels, but the Ekerose incarnation of the enteral Champion, was very much a man repeatedly placed out of his time and place. And this is without even saying anything about Stephen Donaldson’s Thomas Covenant novels. When it comes down to it even Freaky Friday uses the same basic device… And there are many many other examples I could spout.

All these stories have something in common, a thread that goes back to this story by Poe. There may be earlier examples that inspired Poe but I struggle to put name to one. So it is not impossible that Poe was the first to use the idea of processing the body and mind of another in another time and place, and did so as the central conceit of this story. Which is something of a shame, as the story itself somewhat lacks luster, is a bit fuzzy in places. This is not to say ‘A Tale of the Ragged Mountains’ is a bad story, it isn’t but as it is somewhat ground breaking in literary terms it is disappointingly a little bland. Possibly this is because of the Mad Max handcuffs paradox*.

*The Mad Max handcuffs paradox In brief…

At the end of the first Mad Max movie, Max handcuffs the Toecutter to a car that is rigged to explode. He gives Mr Cutter a hacksaw and tells him he can either saw through the hardened steel of the cuffs in half and hour, or his hand in a couple of minutes, and it si up to him… This is not the paradox…

The paradox is to do with the movie SAW. I was watching Mad Max at a UNI movie night, (I was there because the film club were showing Mad Max on the big screen, so why wouldn’t I go along, they had done Bladerunner the week before). “Meh,” one of the Media studies students said afterwards. “I saw that handcuff thing in SAW, how unoriginal…” The student in question was missing the salient point. Mad Max predated SAW by over twenty years. He was unimpressed by the ending of Mad Max because he had seen a movie that borrowed the same idea twenty odd years later.

This then is the Mad max paradox, otherwise known as Media Studies students are not always collectively the brightest…

The point here is that ‘A Tale of the Ragged Mountains’ is not in anyway a bad story, it just doesn’t seem awfully original… Not when you are someone who read Edgar Rice Burroughs, Michael Moorcock, and Lovecraft, etc, long before he ever read ‘A Tale of the Ragged Mountains’ a fairly obscure Poe story that doesn’t have the grandeur you would want from something truly original. It isn’t for this particular kind of science fiction what ‘The Murders on the Rue Morgue’ is for detective fiction.

This strikes me as a bit of a shame…

The story itself is, as I said, a little fuzzy, and being told to us second hand by an unnamed narrator, but is mostly the account as told to him of strange events that were experienced by Augustus Bedloe, prior to his death. Augustus a young man of independent wealth but fragile health, had employed an old doctor called Templeton who was a devotee of Mesmerism, which when Poe wrote this was not a forgotten fringe alterative medicine, but a mainstream medical theory. In much the same way the use of leaches would have seemed a perfectly reasonable medical practice to Chaucer. This is to say our dear Edgar did not write this story to poke fun at Mesmerism, rather it was a current medical theory that fit the needs of his story.

Bedloe benefits from the administrations of mesmerism by Dr Templeton and starts to take long walks in the hills and mountains that surround his Charlottesville home. It was on one such walk, that became longer that pervious ones, Bedloe encountered a thick mist in a gorge, just as (tellingly perhaps) his prescription of morphine was kicking in. So he walks into it, as it looks pretty.

He steps out the other side to find he is no longer in the ragged Carolinian mountains, but is instead somewhere else entirely. Something he realizes when a half naked man of eastern extraction rushes past him pursued by a hyena. Recovering his senses somewhat he discovers he is in what he takes to believe to be the the middle east or perhaps India. Eventually he stumbles across a city of minarets and archways which he makes his way through before finding himself besieged with British officers as a battle rages in the streets. Then he is shot in the head with an arrow and dies. Only to find himself once more in the ragged mountains. Whence he goes home and recounts his story to his friends the doctor and our unnamed narrator.

Dr Templeton is shocked by all this. Not so much by the strange events Bedloe claims to have experienced, but that they are events he knows. Before coming to America as a young man he had served with the British out of Calcutta and was at the siege of Benares, almost forty years before. What Bedloe described as his death was the exact way the Doctors friend Oldeb had died.

Shortly afterwards Bedloe dies and in his obituary someone spells his name without the e at the end. The narrator notices with no small surprise at that point that Bedlo is Oldeb backwards…

This is all fine but the problem is there is a whole lot of implication as to what is actually happening, but it is all very fuzzy. Did the doctors mesmerism awaken the memories of a pervious life perhaps. Was Bedloe his old friend Oldeb reincarnated, perhaps… Does that explain the odd repour between them, or did Bedloe go back in time in spirit then processed Oldeb? The little twist at the end seems tacked on and that just adds to the confused nature of the story.

This is not to say its badly written, It’s Poe, of course it isn’t badly written. Nor is it a poor story, it is more that I am just not sure it has the courage of its convictions. To the mast of the uncanny and rum it was not nailed. Instead Poe left a whole, ‘it was a dream’ possibility open, even with the tacked on twist at the end. It would have worked better had he leant heavily into the strange time travel and procession of another body, or else to mesmeric influence causing him to have delusions that stem from the doctors memories. Or any other explanation come to that, it is all a bit ‘well it could be this, it could be that.’ Which gives it a all a bit ‘meh!’ feel.

I don’t dislike the story, but if a story like this crossed my desk for an anthology today I would send it back to the writer and suggest he give it another pass, sharpen it up and decide what the story really is about. Which seems an arrogant thing to suggest when the writer of this story is Edgar Alan Poe, but this while perfectly ok as a story, is just that, its ok… nothing more.

Where as it could have been The Murders on the Rue Morgue of procession fantasy…

THREE MILDLY CONFUSED RAVENS ALL A FLUSTER

Should you read it: Well yes, perhaps, possibly, I mean sure, why not, but meh!

Bluffers fact: Mesmerism, which also goes by the name Animal Magnetism, is the theory that everything that lives has an energy field around it. This was first proposed by Frank Mesmer in the 18th century, hence the name. His name is also linked with hypnosis which is occasionally referred to as being mesmerized. Louis XVI of France was so taken by Mesmer’s theories that he organized not one but two Royal Commissions into the field, One of these Commissions was with the French Academy of Sciences, an august body that included among its ranks the ageing American Ambassador to France, Benjamin Franklin who served on the commission.

Benjamin Franklin was far from the lone famous name upon the commission, among it ranks there was a middle-aged Scientist and Physician who like Frank Mesmer was to lend his name to something the would out live him in the public mind, and indeed it was to leave quite an impression on Louis XVI . His name was Joseph-Ignace Guillotin

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Dear Edgar 44 ~ The Spectacles

Posted on October 29, 2025 by Mark Hayes

For all the weather-beaten world-worn cynicism that I may occasionally be accused of by those that know me. A weather-beaten world-worn cynicism that our own Dear Edgar could have been said to share. I am at heart a romantic, which is to say while I do not believe there is such a thing as love at first sight, I wish to live in a world where such a thing exists. It has always struck me as somewhat unlikely however.

The Spectacles is not a short story about love at first sight. It is instead a story about love at first myopic blur. As someone who went through the trauma of going short sighted around the age of ten, when I started to realize I could not read the large projection in the school assembly, I have some sympathy with Poe’s protagonist in this tale. I hated discovering that I needed to wear glasses, hated wearing them then and if I am honest still do. So I would avoid doing so whenever I could, while I could get away with it.

And that is the essence of this entire story, which is by way of a long form, somewhat over elaborated, joke. Its the kind of story a standup comedian my tell in a five minute bit with a lot of weaving about. The summery of which really does comes down to love at first myopic blur. Everything that happens in the story is entirely determined by the unwillingness of the protagonist to wear his spectacles.

The protagonist has the somewhat preposterous name Napoleon Buonaparte Simpson, having changed his last name from Froissart in order to inherit a large sum of money for a distant relative. That change in last name is important to the twist in the tale, which is really three twists, the first of which is set up in a potted family history. The second by the little Corsicans namesake falling in love ‘at a distant’ with Madame Lalande who due to his unwillingness to wear his spectacles he confuses for a much younger woman.

And that is that, it is a long winded about a man who for vanities sake will not wear his glasses and ends up marrying an octogenarian, as until they are wed he never sees her properly. Who he then discovers, just to add another twist is also great aunt, her own last name having changed when she wed her deceased husband Mr Lalande, she too was previously a Froissart.

There is one final twist, which is the whole wedding was a fake set up by his friend and Madame Lalande, to teach Napoleon a lesson. One he duly learns and is never seen about without his spectacles again.

Like many of Poe’s comedies this is partway a farce, but unlike some of them it does hold up as a comedy but it has a predictability about it. This is Mr Magoo gets married, and beyond that central conceit is lacking somewhat in finesse.

In essence then this is not the kind of story for which one reads Poe, its a story anyone could have written and had it not been Poe would have been long forgotten. It has charm but not enough. It is clever in some regards with the set up, but not so much in execution.

TWO MYOPIC RAVENS STARING AT THE SAME CARCASS

Should you read it: there is no reason why you should not, but it is more a question of why you should. Your day will not be particularly better for doing so.

Bluffers fact: Spectacles were invented in northern Italy in the thirteenth century by monks in order to read manuscripts. They were simple things at the time. It wasn’t until Edward Scarlett opened his ‘Old Spectacle Shop’ in 1725, some 500 years later, that anyone thought to puts sides with hooks to go around the ears on them. So for 500 years peoples glasses were constantly falling off. No doubt this was hilarious…

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Friday book news

Posted on October 24, 2025 by Mark Hayes

Because one is as ever behind on reviews, as well as general book news here is a catch up in general on my book news and a few new releases form authors I have reviewed before and recommend.

Firstly this month saw the release of the sixth Harvey Duckman anthology 3 Turns Widdershins, a project I remain immensely proud of, producing high quality anthologies from a vast array of talented writers. There is of course more to come from Harvey and the next anthology is in the works , as is a special ‘Welcome to our Worlds’ book that will be out later this year.

If you want to find out more about Harvey you should go to the website HERE

Two of my fellow Harvey’s have new books out this month, Kate Baucherel has released her sixth and final Simcavalier novel, rounding out the second trilogy. I have not yet read this one, but I will as I love this series of near future cyber crime

Meanwhile Ben Sawyer, who at this point must be Yorks favorite son, is releasing his third Holly Trinity novel on Halloween As its not up yet here is a link to the first of this increasingly wonderful series

Stepping away from Harvey, six months ago I read the third of Shelley Adina’s Lady Georgia Brunel mysteries. I have been meaning to write a review but I read it in a busy period and the need to write a review slipped my mind, as sometimes happens. In any case a short review is as follows:-

This is wonderful, read it.

You might want to read the first two beforehand, you don’t really need to, but why would you not. If you have read them you don’t need me to tell you to read this one. Shelley’s cosey steampunk/period mysteries are a delight. They have a gentleness to them, Georgia and her maiden-aunt Millie fall into adventure once more and fight their way through without ever losing a sense of decorum, despite the chickens they seem determined to keep aboard their airship. The world need more of Georgia and Millie, luckily there is plenty to come I am sure.

Another book I read, enjoyed, and put on my to review pile then forgot I had a to review pile (this is a serious problem) is Laura Liptrot’s debut novel Dreamcatchers, which is a delightfully chaotic romp of a book that hops around and makes only as much sense as it needs to at times. As I am a tad chaotic at times I quite enjoyed the splintered narrative of childhood. There are layers to this novel, it reads at first like a child’s fantasy novel but it has a deeper resonance to it than first appearances. It is pure escapism , and who doesn’t need a little of than now and again

Finally, in the previous blog I published the introduction to a non-fiction book on quantum physic, philosophy and paganism I am sort of writing currently between the more important work of making stuff up… Since I published it I had time one boring lunchtime to do an initial pass at a cover, I quite like the one I put together. I also needed a better title as what is been written is not entirely what was first envisioned, though it is very much the braod sweep.

So here is the cover reveal of a book I might writer (about 10k in the file now so it is actually being written, but how long it will take is anyone guess, and at some point it will take a back step for the next novel )

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