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John-J Anderson

John-J is an author whose work slices deep into the human condition, blending horror, poetry, and raw lived experience. He is the five-star-reviewed mind behind Organ, a visceral journey into biological horror; Digging Graves, a haunting collection of poetry and short stories drawn from his real-life years working as a gravedigger; and Bulldog: Too Many Monsters, a dystopian military horror that blurs the line between the brutal and the surreal.

With over 42 countries stamped into his passport, John-J draws on a global palette of cultures, myths, and human encounters to inform his storytelling. A committed vegan and full-time animal rescuer, he spends his days rehabilitating and rehoming stray and abused dogs—compassion that stands in stark contrast to the darkness he explores in his fiction.

Whether excavating fear or unearthing truth, John-J writes with a voice forged from soil, blood, and hard-earned empathy.

New Life For This Stumbling Corpse


It's a Wednesday, the first in four weeks that I've had off, and guess what I did. I finally landed on that cursed mailing list that has been testing my patience and sanity for weeks.

It's done. It's over. The beast of a chore is dead and buried six feet below alongside my aspirations to be a professional wrestler. 

Oh, what could have been.

I toyed with the ideas of Wix, Squarespace and yadda yadda yadda but none felt right. And if you follow my blogs (because I'm not present anywhere else) you'll know that I often make choices based solely on my gut. 

I call it my caveman vibe, if it's off, that hairy ancestor of mine gives me warning and something I don't understand tells me to act. 

I'm waffling already. Looks it's late and I'm all hopped up on endorphins from actually doing a thing off that list!

I couldn't figure it and decision paralysis was setting in like Medusa herself had those seductive eyes on me. So I took a break, did the dishes, shaved my milky white dome and harrased the cat for a little while. 

When I finally came back to the laptop, it hit me. This blog. This ancient rotting corpse of creativity, this mind rot bog of my evacuated ideas just sat here stinking away. This would be the home of my landing page and mailing list.

I took to ChatGPT and asked for help coding some refurbishments to the page. One £13 domain name later and here she stands.

www.johnjanderson.com

I don't care for vast online engagement, but according to my well-crafted 5 year plan for maximising my self-published books, that mailing list is pivotal. But this was something lingering, it's now planted firmly in the solid ground.

My baby blog, this triumphant disgusting forgotten child has finally had the love it deserves from it's creator. 

So do me a favour, subscribe to that damn mailing list. I'm figuring out the kinks to ensure a giveaway of the first chapter of Organ, and we can finally get this horrendously slow task behind us for good.

Oh!

I'm taking a break from work for a week coming up and guess what I plan on finishing?

Bulldog Two: Into the Fires!

I'm buzzed to get this follow up to Bulldog One finally finalised and in front of your eyes, it's a beast of a book. Strap in for the monsters looking at your windows.

Let's fucking go.






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