Patronising Miss Law

Occasionally, I wonder if regular readers of these witterings wonder if I could just once in a while stay on topic… What when it comes down to it is this blog for. Oh sure I talk about writing a lot, both the craft and my own works, and books in general, and do book reviews, and I am busy not analysing Poe (yes I am aware its been a while since the last Dear Edgar post came out back in march, but the project has not been forgotten), but I do seem to come out with a lot of randomness of late, and what happened to the philosophical science/paganism contemplative thoughts, those popular quotation posts? And when all is said and done whats all this Men in Dark Tweed stuff anyway?

“Really, can Hayes not find a lane and stick to it?” They ask…*

*or probably don’t, I mean it nice to think people care about this stuff but lest be real most people end up here by accident i am sure.

Well no I can’t, my mind wanders and occasionally just wonders. Besides, eclectic nonsense is so much more interesting and fun than any narrow path I could tread…

We need more eccentric blithering about in the arts. We need musicians who can converse with great eloquence on the subject of a snail telegraph system, write children’s books about peat bog ecology, novels about resurrecting the Victorian dead in a sort of reverse Jack the ripper tale, as well as write and perform songs based on Greek mythology, Italian epic poems based upon the matter of France, and the true , if mild horrifying origins of ‘the little mermaid’. We need a mix of the sublime and madness to make the world a place worth existing in. Otherwise what is the point of it all.

Unfortunately, we live in a world which does not always value the arts and artists of all strips as it should. If you wish to contribute to the great sanity and collective cultural wealth of humanity, you better get a day job unless you are willing to live in a cardboard box and not eat very often… the starving artist is a very real thing, just as the vast majority of writers don’t make a living out of writing , the vast majority of musicians don’t make money out of music.

If only the government could find a way to support the arts and individuals within it. Yet I know not one political party in this forth coming election has such an idea in there manifestos. I would not mind some of my taxes going to the arts, but short of the national opera no one else gets much of a look in. Certainly not your average musician trying to bring a little beauty into the world, or madness, or angry mermaids…

Luckily for me, I am in the rare position of being relatively affluent, which si to say I have a little more money in the bank at the end of the month than at the start. While not a great deal it does allow me to indulge my passion for the arts a little. So I patronise a few people on pateron, because I can. Until a government starts funding the arts more this seems a better use for my money than paying for bullets and bombs. Call it a little voluntary taxation if you will or just me trying to make the world a little better.

In any regard there are many many artists , musicians and writers on patron, (not me I really do have a day job) Its worth a look, and as she has just started a patron I am using this opportunity to recommend Jessica Law to you, mainly because she is thin enough already and really doesn’t need to be a starving artist, just a artist in general…

So here is a video about making octokittens. Why would I share this rather than one of Jessica’s music videos? You expect me to stay on topic , were you not paying attention to the start of this blog post ?

Anyway, here is a link to Jessica’s pateron https://www.patreon.com/JessicaLaw/posts go check it out and consider perhaps signing up for free updates if nothing else. The picture below of a perfectly sane person in a perfectly sensible hat may also link you to her petreon page…

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Men in Dark Tweed #10

The Men in Dark Tweed were created on a whim while I was working on my current WIP novel, a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They are however unerringly polite about it all…

The Men in Dark Tweed have indeed made the leap from comic strip to short story and are featured in Mr Harvey Duckman Presents ‘ Folly and Madness’ along side stories by 11 other fabulous authors. We can almost certainly promise that if you buy a copy ( currently on preorder for the kindle version) you will not receive a visit from polite men in tweed of hushed sombre tones.

I can unfortunately make no such promises if you do not…

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Folly and Madness

A month ago, in the early dawn light, on the banks of the river Tees a small group of writers, readers, and bibliophiles stood shivering in the mist as it rose off the water, into the fridge air. A profound sense of loss hung in the mist. Grief felt by all present. A friend had passed from the world, gone too soon, cut adrift by ill fortune and the malfeasance of a few to the detriment of the many.

A horn was blown, a single sad mournful note that filled the frigid air. Then the torch was lowered into the pyre of books that lay upon the funeral raft, and the raft was pushed out into the current. All present watched the blaze, as it slipped out into the mist, till it was no more than a glow of embers. Then slowly they began to drift away. Back to their normal lives. Back to their mundane existence. The passing noted, respected and now only the grief remained.

Harvey Duckman was no more…

Then, just before the last watcher turned away, a glow of flame lifted form the raft. an ember in the air, or perhaps, just perhaps, a phoenix…

What do you mean stop being melodramatic…

The original series of Harvey Duckman anthologies is no longer available. There are reasons, complicated reasons I am not going to relate, as to why this decision was taken. But in its original form Harvey Duckman is indeed dead. This saddens me and all concerned, but it was the right choice, and while we didn’t really hold a viking funeral for the series (honestly, would we do such a thing) there is an aspect of grief in its passing. However this is not the end, Harvey is alive, very much alive, in a new and fabulous form. Harvey is busy doing new things, there is a new website and a new structure, one that hopefully will make the whole project self funding rather than just a labour of love that was fiscally a black hole on to which some few piled grief and suffering.

Part of the new Harvey project are small flash fiction books written , compiled and released each month to a prompt released at the start of the month. Flash fiction is not my wheel house, but they are proving popular among the writers and I tend to read them as they come in as I am part of the editorial/commissioning staff of new Harvey. They are splendid as a rule, the first two of these were ‘set in stone‘ , and roll of the dice , the next is ‘Hell have no fury’ which has produced some real gems and at this point I may have to start writing the odd one myself as people seem to be having a lot of fun with this short form stuff. If you want to be involved you an find out more here.

But while flash fiction can be great, and the many articles and interviews on the Harvey site are wonderful, the main stay of Harvey Duckman as a project remains short story anthologies, though the format has changed to specific genres in each edition rather than the multi-genre books. This is for terrible reasons to do with shiny barbarism*…

*It is hard to find an audience for broad scope anthologies so we are taking a more focused approach and each edition will focus on a specific genre to solve this issue.

The first of these new Harvey’s is being released on the 5th of July, entitled ‘Folly and Madness’ is is a steampunk anthology that has been long in the making. I first broached the subject of Harvey doing a all steampunk anthology over a year ago. For me this particular book has had even more personal involvement as in Harvey terms ‘steampunk*’ is my thing.

*The main reason the original series included steampunk in its ‘scifi, horror. fantasy and steampunk’ tag line was because I was seen as a steampunk author, and my first contribution to the series was a Hannibal Smyth short story that ended up been somewhat pivotal to the mains series of Hannibal books, though that was never my intent at the time (Spanners…)

I have been involved with ‘Folly and Madness’ from the off and set out to go beyond the Harvey stable of authors to add a few of my own favourite writer and people to the mix. So along side established Harvey authors like Alexandrina Brant, Ben Sawyer, Kate Baucherel, Eloign deBrohn and C.K. Roebuck we have the writers from the steampunk world like Hopeless Maine’s (and so much more than hopeless) the wonderful Nimue Brown and Keith Errington, the fabulous darkness that is Steven C Davis and the splendidly eccentric Mat McCall.

Also as I hope is always going to be the case, we also have some new writers having their stories published for the first time in Anna Atkinson-Dunn and Laura Buckley.

There are stories about an engineer whisperer’s, doll makers, Men in dark Tweed, fowl tourists, strange sisters, adventures in Nepal, other planets, strange visions, dastardly gentlemen. As well as uplifting fun stories, dark stories, stories of obtrusive cephalopod’s. there is a whole lot of splendorous wonderment and strange, rum, uncanny, delight.

Edited and produced as ever by the wonderful CG Hatton, a wonderful writer in her own right, this is perhaps the best collection we have ever produced. Though i am biased in this case as I curated it, which is a fancy way of saying I rustled up some writers and gave them a brief, but there you go, I will take credit for convincing some talented people to writer stories, but the sheer delightful wonder of the stories is all down to the eleven authors involved, who have between them produced a better collection that I could have ever hoped for.

There is of course a 12th author as well, but modesty forbids he is made mention of…

The kindle edition of Mr Harvey Duckman presents ‘Folly and Madness’ is available on pre-order now, the paperback will be released on the 5th of July and we will be launching the book a Kapow at the Stockton Globe on the 6th. Pop along as see the Harvey team if you are in the area. We will have several of the authors there signing copies ( as well as indulging in shiny barbarism with their own books)

The 12th author may be Dressed as a Man in Dark Tweed, for Kapow but he could not possibly comment on this being the case, just don’t look at his ‘watch’ is my advice…

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Beguiling darkness: Tethered

In the distant past before the lost years and the breaking of the world, in a younger less cynical time, I was sent a manuscript to read. This was about four years ( three atrocious prime ministers and one pandemic) ago and no one knew what was about to happen. Which is to say a lot. So one hopes that the writer of the manuscript in question will forgive me if I admit I had more or less forgotten everything about it by last month when I was asked if I wanted an ARC copy of the final novel.

The only things I really remembered were being impressed with the authors style, the darkness of the setting, finding myself drawn in by the involving central character and wanting to know where the story was going to go. So of course I said yes, I would love to an ARC copy. I then went back and read the notes I’d sent for the author back in 2020.

Between the earlier draft novel I was sent in 2020 and this ARC a whole lot of revision and some whole sale changes have been undertaken to the manuscript. Well its been four years, or maybe a life time, its hard to tell some days… All of which is good, because nothing about this book has been rushed, there has been some major cutting along the way, the latter half of the book in particular is heavily revised, as is the part played in the narrative by the supporting cast.

One character a minor but notable villain, doesn’t die where I am sure I remember her dying in the original draft, indeed it is unclear if she dies at all now (though quite possibly she does). As I quite like the character in question, who is equally complex in her own nasty way, that rather pleased me, as she stands to return in a bigger role in another novel with luck.

This is a book littered with strong female characters who very defiantly have their own agency as well as their own flaws, it would have been easy for one of them to draw the spot light off the main character. One of the minor flaws of the early draft was that the main characters ‘friend’ Beth had a habit of overshadowing her at times. Beth could carry another novel in her own right, strong, darkly humoured, honourable, unflappable yet with a certain vulnerability and a sentimental streak, she is moved to do what needs to be done and whats right, rather than whats easy, or whats legal… She is a wonderfully well rounded character that could easily sit at the centre of all this, yet in this final version of this novel she remains firmly stage right and best supporting actress through out and never upstages Evie who carry the novel throughout.

That is a hard trick to pull off as a writer. To balance such a strong set of characters and make sure the lead remains firmly the lead is hard. Generally a writer ends up watering down the other characters, something you could not accuse JA Wood of doing here. Nothing has been watered down. Only polished and improved in the four intervening years since I last read of Evie’s world.

But lets leave Evie to one side for a moment and talk about the world which she inhabits. It is a dark and beguiling place. You get the sense that at the heart of this world is a civilisation in decline. Parts of the great city she inhabits are rundown, abandoned or over run with criminal gangs. A whole ward of the city was once powered by strange devices run on ‘ebony’ a dark essence drawn from the aetheric plane. The Ebony ward is not alone in its sense of decay and decline, whatever Ebony actually the taping of the aetheric plain for power is in part responsible for the slow breaking down of society. There was a war, a catastrophic war at some time in the past, and the world is what survived. Some people have powers, chimeric powers, that cause some to label them demons. To control and contain them they are tethered by priest of a complex religion of ten gods , the ten travellers, using a strange substance called taroais that is lethal to chimera, binding them and their powers, which also slowly kills them. And this is the progressive nation…

This is part steam punk, or perhaps diesel punk, part urban fantasy, part dark fantasy and a whole lot of fascinating. Not least because the writer doesn’t make the mistake of explaining the world too deeply, so the readers perception and the writers vision may not be entirely the same, but it entices you further in with snippets here and there. We get the names of a couple of the ten gods and only the vaguest idea what each god is for, yet even this is done with a delicate hand. Evie, we aren’t quite told, has ten studs in her ear, one for each god. While she is not overtly pious she has a habit of touching these much like one might touch a crucifix of a anhk. It subtleties like that which make the characters and the world seem alive and vibrant through the writing without it been forced. We get hints of the worlds history, hints of other nations and hints as to the true nature of chimera. But there is a careful vagueness, and much left to the imagination and it is all the better for it. It leaves you wanting more, while keeping the story flowing.

But back to the characters themselves, if Beth has several layers of complexity, Evie has so many more. A recovering addict, leading a double life, hiding the truth about herself and in deep with the seedier side of society and gangsters forcing her to pay off her debts by making illegal devices for them. The rift between her and Beth haunts her and she is forced to sink or swim and is starting to drown, and all this is before she blackmailed into ‘acquiring’ an object from a second criminal gang, by a woman who knows she is a pulse chimera and how much damage that secret could do both her and her parents. From there things only get more complicated and dangerous for Evie, everything she loves is under threat and she is far from blameless, at least in her eyes, as her Blackmailer is part of a dark conspiracy of rich and powerful people who seek to rid the world of all chimera.

This is a fabulous ride of a novel, through a dark gritty fantasy landscape, with strong characters, betrayals, surprises, shocks, a whole world of imagination to explore and wonder at. There will I am sure be more to come, and I was delighted to go back to it and see how much what had been a good book when I read the early draft four year ago has been revise and polished into something so much more than it was.

J.A.Woods Tethered will be out soon. Its take a few years to write, but is none the worse for that. This is among the best pure adventure I have read in what seems like an age, it rich, dark and leaves you wanting to read more. I can not recommend it enough.

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A writers solstice

I have always been fond of the above quote. It comes form Stephen King’s memoir/guide to the craft of writing, On Writing . A book I recommend to anyone looking to progress in the craft. It is also a quote I have been singularly failing at of late having read far less than I would like and barely written two words since about February.

As far as writing is concerned this is not especially unusual, I very much run through peeks and troughs with the craft as many writers do. It is slight more unusual to find I have read very little (in my terms) in the first six months of this year, though not entirely unprecedented. I do most of my reading at night, and sometimes mental exhaustion sets in more than others.

My to read pile is rather larger than normal, and I have been struggling to be enthralled by much of what I have read of late. Generally this is less to do with what I am reading and more to do with my state of mind.

In essence I have fallen out of good habits, in terms of writing and reading, and fallen into bad ones., but today is the summer solstice, this seems a good time to reflect on one of the most important aspects of my life, my sense of self, and who I wish to be and restructure my mindset. In short another Stephen King quote comes to mind…

With that in mind I am determined to make myself go to bed a little earlier each evening to make time for reading. I don’t just read in bed, but it has always been my habit to do so. I need to reinvigorate that habit.

I am also going to make time to write, another good habit I have let fall away of late. My goal is is always to write 500 words a day on whatever my current WIP is. The reason for that is if you can make yourself write 500 words you will find more often than not you will write a 1000 or more. But you have to put pen to paper first, or finger to keyboard at any rate.

Writing is and always has been my passion. I do not need to write to be happy, but not writing makes me unhappy. I need to feed that passion, and stock the fires. It was a hard winter, and a strange spring. But the sun is rising over the hedge and it is time for a summer…. It is time for tall cold drinks with fruit in them, and furious tapping at the keys…

In any regard Happy Solstice for those who follow the many pathways of past wisdom

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Friday Flashbacks… 1

As this blogs been around the block a few times, (754 posts over the last 8 years or so…) , I’ve decided it would be nice to dig out some old post that regular readers may never have come across at the time, So I’m starting a new regular feature for Fridays, digging up obscure gems from the blogs past that still entertain me… (or rehashing rubbish if you prefer…)

This first Friday Flashback was originally posted as Philosophical Notes…in November 2018

Music features a lot in my novel Passing Place, music and my love of lyrics, which I often find have a certain philosophical leaning. Of course, they were not always written with a philosophical mindset I am sure. But on occasion, one finds little nuggets of philosophy in the strangest of places. Mainly though this list of quazi-philosophical uttering started out from a throwaway witticism my twitter account… So if your looking for some fine insights into the human condition, this may not be the list for you, but hey if a couple of these make you smile, well then, like the philosopher Jagger once stated…

You can’t always get what you want

but as he goes on to say…

Sometimes,

if you try real hard,

you might get what you need

: Jagger

Leave the knight of Dartford on one side. According to the American Blue collar philosopher Springsteen…

We are alive

And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark

Our spirits rise

To carry the fire and light the spark

: Springsteen

Make of that what you will…

Meanwhile, worthy of consideration is the work of a trio of philosophers Felder/Henley&Frey:

‘Some dance to remember, some dance to forget’

(you/they) ‘but you just can’t kill the beast’

:Felder/Henley&Frey

While back in the 80’s with vitriolic splendour Peters asked of man’s perspicacity to hide when dark clouds loom…

All cards are marked, all fates will collide

The truth is the truth or the truth is surely a lie

Get back in your shelter if you can’t come down off the fence

:Peters

There may be more of this to come…

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By St Elmo’s Bowels

Occasionally, on a morning at work, with my coffee, when it quiet and there is no major crisis to deal with I have too much time on my hands… Then Jessica Law (or someone else, but it is nearly always her or Nimue) makes some vague, mostly irreverent, statement on the internet, such as commenting on using a nice if not especially uncommon phase like ‘Christ on a Bike!’ and because I have too much time on my hands this sort of thing happens…

 “By St Elmo’s Bowels!”

I would not be surprised to learn that Jessica Law knew, aside being the well known patron saint of sailors, famously lending his name to ‘st elmo’s fire’ , the electrical discharges you can get off a mast in a storm, and by extension the 80’s movie with Rob Lowe in it that never quite managed to be the next ‘The Breakfast Club’ (even Angie MacDowell could not save it) and the irritatingly catchy theme song by John Parr I had on 12inch for some reason because the 7″ single wasn’t cringy enough… St Elmo is also the patron saint of abdominal pain.

He became the patron saint of sailors, despite never having set foot on as much as a row boat let alone a ship, because he preached and continued to preach in a violent thunderstorm and lightning struck the ground nears him several times, reputedly. Which is very rock and roll for a 3rd century Italian cleric…

Speaking of roll, he was also placed in a barrel with spikes in it and rolled down all seven hills of Rome, yet survived, reputedly because an angel saved him… You would have thought a better angel would be the one that stopped him being put in a barrel full of spikes to begin with but you know what angels are like…

In any regard his patronage of abdominal pain came about because his final martyrdom was at the order of the Emperor Maximian, who had Elmo’s abdomen slit open and his intestines wound around a windlass.

One can not help feeling making St Elmo patron saint of abdominal pain was a bit literal minded of Pope Gregory ‘the Great’, who had a dark sense of humour apparently, but the whole lightening bolts thing is cool. Much cooler than the 80’s movie and anything John Parr ever sang…

This is exactly the kind of thing I would expect Jessica to know and come out with , hence I would not be surprised were she to utter the exclamation “By St Elmo’s bowels!”

Which I think she should , as often as possible…

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Alternative thoughts

Despite all human accomplishments Human civilisation owes its existence to a six inch layer of top soil and precipitation.

Plants are actually farming humanity. They feed us with oxygen, so they can get the carbon dioxide they require. Then when we are no longer of use to them we decompose in the ground so they can consume us.

A Hippopotamus runs faster on land the an average human. Hippos also swim faster than the average human. This is why the modern triathlon has a bicycle stage, its the only way we stand a chance.

All the instruments humanity have constructed to search for intelligent life, point away from the earth.

Venus is the only planet named for a goddess, it is also the only one that spins clockwise.

Despite Lions not being native England, the national animal of England is in fact a Lion, the Scots consider this to be a classic example of the arrogance of the English, deciding to make an animal that has never been native to your shores as your national animal…

The national animal of Scotland is a unicorn…

It is illegal in Switzerland to own one guinea pig, because guinea-pigs are social animals and get lonely you are required by law to have at least two.

Sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins…

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The Men in Dark Tweed #9

The Men in Dark Tweed were created on a whim while I was working on my current WIP novel, a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They are however unerringly polite about it all…

The Men in Dark Tweed have made a leap to a short story of their own that will appear in a forth coming anthology. Also now there are badges (because I could) which while available at any event I am working, I will also be selling here if anyone is mad enough to want one because frankly the blog needs to pay for itself somehow and I don’t want more adverts on it… Besides people like badges.

Men In Dark Tweed Pin Badge

Men in dark tweed badges, because this blog has to be paid for in some way or other… £2 + £1 P&P (uk only) Will also ship beyond these islands if someone is mad enough to want one

£3.00

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Friday Things…

‘No matter how short you may be, you are always tall enough to reach the ground.’

Yesterday i voted, I did this despite the fact I was voting for two things I fundamentally disagree with.

The first of these was for the local Police and Crime commissioner. A bureaucratic position created by the government so they could pass the blame on issues that look bad to them politically, ergo general policing and crime issues, back in 2012. In the 12 years since the various Police and crime commissioners around the UK have successfully achieved their mandate. Which is to say, done nothing, but taken the blame away from central government. What they have not done is in any way lower crime figures or improved the life of UK citizens.

The second post I was asked to vote on was for Tees-valley Mayor. Regional Mayors are a great boon, in that they give the government another layer of bureaucracy to blame. So successful have these regional mayors been that the number of regions with mayors has been expanded this election cycle… My local regional mayor has ‘allegedly’ committed several acts of fraud and ripped off the local tax payers to the tune of half a billion, having sold 500 million’s worth of land for threepence to a couple of his mates (guess which party he stood for).

These two bureaucratic positions, both 100k+ salaried positions at that, which are a layer of local governance we never needed that only costs us money and achieves very little aside fire-walling the UK governments from local issues. They did not exist until very recently and they have not made anyone’s life better, I doubt they ever will because salaried bureaucratic positions become about getting reelected to that same position, rather than achieving anything meaningful very quickly.

Dispute knowing all this, I voted yesterday. More in hope than expectation…

In any regard, here is a sloth hugging a tree

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