JOHN-J ANDERSON

Its the 3rd of March, 2026. I felt it was time for another update, another lurid peak behind the curtain as I do my best to write these stories that rattle around in my head. As you already know, I am working on the third book in the Bulldog series - the final book before I close the cover on this series for good. Not that I haven't enjoyed writing it, but I dwindled on the completion of the third part for too long and now as I wade through and get to the finish line, I do find myself looking eagerly at other projects sitting in my notes. Just one line ideas that get the creative juices frothing more readily than the idea of finishing this story. BUT, it must be finished and as of right now I have finished the entirety of Franks chapters.  I should explain. This book will be unlike the first and second which follow a main protagonist (Frank and then Victoria) throughout. Bulldog 3 follows individuals as they navigate the final days of the events from books one and two. If y...

Nothing Happens at home.  No demands or job descriptions. No mandatory interactions or ceremonies. My home is a place where warmth is the hourly rate and comfort is my job. I can read books in silence. I can write epic stories no-one will ever read. My home is the place I can discover my real self.  My home is the place I can be the strongest man in the universe or the bubbliest man in the tub. I can cuddle my cat and tell her she's loved now. I can watch my turtles swim in silent sploshes. My home is full of things I can eat, without ever checking the labels. My home is the place my family can always find me, it's my lighthouse when life's a storm. I can lose myself in a record. I can sit quietly at my desk. My home is the place I will always be missing. My home is the centre of the universe. I can forget that all else exists. By 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...