John-J Anderson

Blog about stopping everything. Going back to the old books and reading them, enjoying them and once again editing them. I am not a static individual, in fact I move around so much in my plans that I often give myself emotional whiplash from the instability. But its Friday and normally at this point during the week I post a blog updating any readers still lurking in the shadowy parts of this site, so lets have a chat about goings backwards to build things back up again. Writing has been devoid of meaning for me ever since I hitched my wagon to Amazon for self publishing, I never felt satisfied, even as the numbers of sales crept up week-on-week. So I stepped back and pulled my work from the disgusting depths of KDP that has done untold damage to the writing industry through its tolerance for AI generated books and its acceptance of unfinished, quick to shelf books that barely manage to piece together coherent sentences. Anyone can write a book, with the help of AI (fuck AI), literally ...

British comedy is unlike any other countries, it falls somewhere between utterly dry and outrageously slapstick that is defines what our nation loves and hates. We have the sophisticated scenario jokes in Blackadder, the uncomfortably real The Office, the acid trip fever dream Mighty Boosh and one of my personal favourites; Bottom.  Its a strange one, I cant really explain why exactly I love this show. It is horrible really, two degenerate middle aged men; one an alcholoic substance abusing violent gambler and the other a sexually inept, utterly insane wanna be upper-class weirdo. They arent likeable, they arent even relatable, but I cannot stop watching them get into mad scenarios. I mean, who wouldnt want to watch these two; Richard Richard and Edward Elizabeth Hitler (yes, those are the characters names), attempt to run a corner shop for the afternoon or take a home-made cattle prod out to threaten people on halloween.  So I thought a fun exercise might be to once again wat...

I am pressed for time today as I planned on getting the second draft of my latest short story finished up, so let me dive straight into the thick slimy broth of my goings on. The Shining is playing in the background as I write this, Jack has just strolled into the hotel for the first time and I felt that ominous familiar feeling all over again. I love the silent moutning fear in this film, I loved the coldness of the book, anyway I have distracted myself already. Lets get into it. You might have noticed a sudden change in the website, this was intentional unlike the last time when I got far too cocky with the code and broke everything. After some deep introspection over a few days in which I recorded my ideas onto my phone, played them back to myself and argued with each point, I have decided to alter the way in which the site is structured. Before the most recent changes, the site hosted all the chapters of my books, after the changes (currently) the site will hold only the first chap...

  Familiar Smile   Familiar songs played out. I can hear them through the walls and weak windows. Her perfume is chasing me through the vents. Laughter and glasses clinking echo and fade in the spring air. I fixate on the vowels that I long ago memorised. She deserves the best today, and I plan to give her my soul exposed. - “We are ready to go” the wedding curator says. The suit feels tighter around my chest. Walking down the aisle and nodding at my family with sincere joy. I wanted enter sandman for my walk, but she chose a classic instead. I don’t mind; I can barely make out the chords through my heartbeat at my ear. Then that scream broke the veil of warm loving mumbles. - Chaos and confusion as the scream gets closer. Someone has been killed; the room falls into panic. Loved ones check for their immediate and fathers look for daughters. Frozen in place in confusion, the world seems to tilt. There she is at the end of the aisle, my wif...