I’m happy to announce that my contemporary fantasy novel “Shadows of Faerie” aka Faerie Serial Killers in the New Forest has been acquired by Crossroad Press (https://crossroadpress.com )
I’ve no idea yet of when it will appear, but I’ll update when I know, have cover art etc.
Guess I have to write the sequel now.
Saw the consultant yesterday for my monthly progress check. I’ve been feeling good all this month so was expecting things to look decent – and they do! Welcome back to my neutrophils. Now coming in at 2.4 (2 and above is normal). The only red ink on the report is the lymphocyte level (0.5 when it should be 1.0), and part of that is due to the medication. So yeah! Venetoclax works and for me has no side effects.
In other news I placed in the top 10 of the Farnham Flash Festival Flash Fiction Competition – the winning story was from a fellow Rushmoor Writer and way better than mine. Also my current work in progress is now at 65k.
I don’t know Ed McDonald. I’ve briefly met him at a Con, share an agent with him and haven’t yet read his work (though I heard it is damn good), but I agree with so much of this.
I’m handing over this blog entry to a very talented writer whose work I would urge you all to check out. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the winner of the 2017 Drunken Druid Book Award, Mr Jesse Teller.
The Timeless Enemy
by Jesse Teller
When I was a boy, my parents took me to the movies. This was back when we had no money. No money at all. We had to fight to get food on the table and we were always strapped. Well somehow, my parents found the money and the time to take us to the movies, and I saw Sleeping Beauty.
I don’t remember much at all. Colors, I think, is all I could take away from it. I was about six and I had no recollection of the story or the images really, but I do remember very distinctly the dragon. I remember the colors, the breath, and the black. I remember this tiny man striving to fight it, and the way it seemed impossible. I remember thinking no force in the world could rival a dragon, and that is all I took from it.
Years later, I was watching TV in the morning on a Saturday, and I saw Bilbo Baggins take the first steps of his journey. The artistry of it consumed me, the way those particular animation artists moved the characters across the screen. They were the same animators that did The Last Unicorn and I will never forget the way they drew the line. The movie The Hobbit was fun until Bilbo and I found ourselves at the feet of Smaug.
So huge that dragon was, nothing Bilbo could do could ever stack up. There was no weapon to grasp to bring death to that monster. No hope, however slight, could be held when the idea of fighting that beast was at hand.
I do not accept the death Tolkien gave to his god of dragons. It is too convenient, too simple. No one arrow ever made could take down the beast I saw in that cavern, no matter how well shot, no matter the target.
I remember thinking if ever a power could exist that could rival a being that great, it would have to be me who found it. No other creator could reach within and pluck out the shred of hope that stood up to a creature so mighty.
Well, of course, I was wrong. Writers and artists have been killing dragons as long as dragons have been around. St. George cast one down centuries before I was born, and people have been doing it ever since. But Smaug stayed supreme in my mind, a creature of such immense power that no one dare stand before him had they not a ring of power.
So then I set to work. I began, time after time, crafting a hero or heroine strong enough to crush the monumental monsters of my mind. Soon wizards. Then warriors. Then one after the next, I began to put together an army of people and beings so invincible that they could stand up to Smaug. They could face the Nefarious, the Tempest and the Wrath of the greatest forces of darkness that any mind could find. Any mind anywhere. With this devotion to craft and heart of a creator, I plumbed the darkness within my mind to find magic.
When I hit teenage years, I wanted warriors. Arislan, Aragorn. Caramon Majere. I found Mycenae Kark and Sai Sibbius Summerstone. One after the next, I sought and found one swords smith, then another, to battle the monoliths of my mind. Twenties found assassins. Thirties, barbarians. One great hero after the next filled my mind, always with one goal in sight.
Pulverize the immense. Bring down the invincible. I write high fantasy. If that means I am not grimdark, then so be it.
There is a boy in here, deep where no one can find him. He is fighting a monster, a monster deeply rooted in the fiber of his mind. That little boy will not let me go small. He has a nemesis. He has a nightmare, and one after the other, he will pump out the mighty and the brave to bring it down. I have never killed Smaug. He is, as far as, I know unkillable.
But Rayph Ivoryfist would get close. Smear Kond could sneak up on him. Dreark would make Smaug tremble. I fear that somehow the mighty, world-moving powers within my books will make me less grim, that I might lose some street cred. I might have readers who shrug and drop me, thinking they want lower fantasy than I am prepared to give them.
To them I say, please forgive. There is a monster in here. He scares me. I must fight him the best I can. Smaug is watching. Smaug is waiting.
Find out more about Jesse’s books here: https://www.amazon.com/Jesse-Teller/e/B01G0ZB7JG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1526242642&sr=1-2-ent
Finally the audiobook of ‘Exile’ narrated by John Pirhalla is available
Also ‘Exile’ is on sale for 99p/99c from now until April 14th along with a load of other excellent books. Get in there! More details here: http://mlspencerfiction.com/grimdarklings.html
Just a brief update.
I was able to stop the Filgastrim shots after last week’s blood result which was the first marker of progress. This week’s result confirms further progress – my platelet levels are now in normal range (just) and the other blood markers are all moving the right way. Still no side effects.