State of the Union

As 2016 kicks its last, 2017 circles the dimming fire, yellow eyes alight with eagerness. It’s hungry, this new year. Ready to pick the bones of the old, and yours as well, if you let it. I suggest avoiding that, if at all possible.

Anyway, here’s how I handled 2016. And how I’m planning to handle 2017. Continue reading

Regularly Scheduled Programming

I’m back.

Houses have been moved, and the necessary details shifted and sorted, to the relative satisfaction of all concerned. There are still things to be done, but nothing that’ll interfere with my schedule. In other words: I live…again.

Besides all the re-painting, re-wiring and re-grouting I’ve been doing to get our place shipshape, I’ve also finished one novel and started another, as well as completed a short story. And I’m still hammering away at a few other projects, but I’ll talk more about those on Wednesday.

Anyway, just a quick drive-by post to say we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Coming up next…the Occult Detective Quarterly Kickstarter! Fabius Bile! Work in progress updates! Halloween! And more!

Station Identification


I’m moving house in the next week or so, so posting here will be on the light-to-nonexistent side for the duration. Amuse yourselves with this test pattern until my return, whereupon I’m sure I’ll have plenty to talk about. Or not. We’ll play it by ear.

In the interim, however, why not check out all the neat stuff over at the Royal Occultist site? ┬áThere’s free fiction, downloads and extra material of all kinds.

And, if non-Royal Occultist stuff is your bag, why not check out the rest of my free fiction, here on this very site?

Or, if you’d like to help me pay my bills, why not buy a book or two? Or even three. Maybe even write a review.

Anyway,┬ásee y’all on the flip side.

Black Library Live 2016


So, apparently, I’ll be at Black Library Live 2016.

I know, I know. I’m as shocked as you are. Appalled, even. This is as sure a recipe for a disaster as–well–the last time I went to Black Library Live. But the hexagrammic wards have been lifted, and my fetters broken. Those who dare call themselves my masters shall rue this day. Their screams shall echo for an acceptable length of time.

Chairs will be gently overturned. Tables upended, politely. People will be somewhat discomfited, in vague and uncertain ways. Queues, jumped. Dogs, nudged. I shall unleash all these horrors and more.

Oh, also, I’ll have two new books on sale.

Anyway, I’ll be updating this post with my schedule, closer to the day. Until then, why not grab a ticket, if you’re thinking of being in Nottingham on November 19th?

UPDATE #1: My schedule, if you’re interested.