JOHN-J ANDERSON

I can hear the heating kicking in, its a cold February morning. Tanya has just left for work with half a day ahead of her. The cat is nestled into a cute little ball on her tree and Wheezy Waiter is recapping some of his videos on the telly. Its a slow start, I got up late much to my dismay and chose a black coffee. It might be a day of once more planning to get my habits in order and organise a routine that might never make it out of the day.  But that isn't what I want to talk about today, because that is boring and everyone has boring shite going on. Why would you come to some writers blog and read about his boring routine when you have your own? Yesterday I wrote four and a half pages of work for Bulldog 3, I then read them back and hated every premise I was building for the ending chapters of Franks story. So I deleted them all and started again. I felt better deleting it then I did writing them, which is a new feeling for me and I wanted to investigate that. This idea that ki...

Wednesday, the final day off before my work week begins again. Got lots on my mind today so lets get this all going before I spin out in uncoordinated madness. I wanted to discuss some quick topics that are floating around inside my aging skull, starting with my writing projects. Bulldog 3 is taking very real shape, the Frank chapters have been coming along at a rate I was not expecting and with the addition of a new character, the fire has been stoked. With the waking realisation that this book will be the closing chapter in the series, I find myself excited to get this done. Bulldog started as a side project, just a short story based on a nightmare I had one restless evening, but as often these stories do, it grew legs and climbed from the grave to disturb my calendar. Now I am looking at over a year into this project and the third book approaching its final draft. I have loved writing this series, I have loved the characters and the horror. But I will not be sad to see this finished...

 Its Monday, another work week has come and gone. Mud soaked clothes are in the washing machine and the sadness lingering over me of a dog I worked with being rehomed is fading. But I am not happy today, I am invigorated. You know by now that my writing is a passion of mine, its a way that I contribute back to the world in the way of story telling. I despise that I need big businesses like Amazon to help me with that, but these are wars and not battles, we win over them slowly until the landscape is more palatable.  If I led the ideal life that I strive for, right now I would be selling books from my own site. Diogenes was a proponent for doing everything the simple way, he made a beautiful quip once while watching a child drink water from cupped hands and threw away his cup. He remarked that he has been out simplified by a child. Could that level of simplicity be translated into writing, simplifying my passion and further propping up a protest against the "machine" as a bene...