Now, on the Mad Scientist Journal website, you can read my short story “Every Little Star” for free. It’s part of a series which is one part Gerry and Sylvia Anderson to one part Quatermass to one part 1950s lesbian pulp novels– featuring the adventures of a moonbase commander battling terrorism, glass ceilings and post-traumatic stress disorder, through the medium of virtual reality….
Just popping up quickly to say that Somewhere Beyond the Heavens, a lovely book about Battlestar Galactica that I’ve cowritten an article for, is now out. Click the link to buy in print or electronic forms.
It’s official! Obverse Books’ The Black Archive series, which is a collection of book-length in-depth examinations of every Doctor Who story from 1963 to the present, has announced that I’ll be writing their volume on The Robots of Death, which will be coming out in 2020.
More details closer to the time!
The sneak previews are now online for Interzone issue 278, which includes the artwork and an excerpt from my giant-insect story “Doomed Youth”. Click the link, enjoy, and buy the issue!
Driving Ambition! It’s a novel of murder, labour relations and self-driving cars!
If you want a dead tree version, click here to order direct from me (via Amazon).
If you want a version in pixels, click here for Kindle.
The audiobook is available here.
And if you want to buy one direct from the author– just flag me down at any event I’m attending!
Driving Ambition is now available to download for the Kobo and the Kindle– arguably a good way to read a book about virtual systems, artificial intelligences, and beings who exist only online.
Print copies will be available later, and I’ll post ordering links when that happens.
Every time I sell a work of fiction, I buy a crystal skull. This is the one that started it.
I’d started sending out flash fiction and poetry, nervously. I’d promised myself that I’d buy something nice the first time I sold something.
I got a rejection slip from Asimov. They’re a big market, hard to crack, especially for a beginning writer. I wasn’t surprised.
Shortly afterwards, I got an e-mail from Asimov.
“Sorry, you haven’t managed to sell those poems, have you?”
I was indeed surprised.
No, I hadn’t, and yes, I was happy to sell them.
I made less than £10 out of it once I’d cashed the foreign cheque (they didn’t do Paypal at the time). I spent the money on Something Nice, namely, a skull necklace I’d had my eye on. I thought it was appropriate; skulls being the house of creativity and symbolic of the characters I’d created.
It also started a trend.