How To Get Amazon Reviews For Your First Book

I REALIZE IT’S BEEN A WHILE since I wrote anything remotely related to authoring. Yeah. It’s a word.

So, I wanted to take a moment to explain what I do to get reviews for my books.

What triggered this particular post was reading the RTE best reads of the year by Sinead Crowley. Some of the listed books are probably wonderfully written (certainly if you judged by the glowing testimonials by critics) but it’s a little depressing to see that they’ve received so few reviews, especially in the much bigger US market. Read more

Here’s What’s Comin’

Lifting the lid on what the next few months look like on my side.

Five brand new short stories.

My Mate Mark – A dark humour tale about a murderous doll.
Santa and Rudolph Save Christmas – One for the kids. Title says it all!
Shadow Stalker – A warped tale about guardian angels.
LYNK – The missing piece that connects us to an ancient advanced civilisation.
Sparky – A teenage superhero with nuclear powers. Read more

Alt Media Novel Ideas

I’VE ALWAYS HAD a fascination with the weird and wonderful.

Whether it was the X-files as a teen, ghosts and the paranormal as a young adult, or now – as a dork in his mid-thirties – keen subscriber to alternative media channels like David Icke, Max Igan or Richie Allen.

Whether you believe in what some may label ‘conspiracy theorists’, isn’t the point of this post. With my writer hat firmly in place, I recognise these influencers as a source of wonderful ideas that can provide fodder for short stories and novels.

Many examples litter history – concepts and objects considered outlandish in their day – conceived by imaginative creatives and which have since entered our reality. Talk about thinking outside the box. Read more

Heaven’s Lottery (Part 2 of 2)

We didn’t leave the house that night though we could hear others gathered outside talking away. A lot of them were still out when we got up next morning. The street was littered with cans.

The Whelan’s were sayin’ it was the end of days, preachin’ about the final Judgement. That didn’t go down well with The Richmond’s. The young couple clearly didn’t fancy their chances in whatever the trial would be and were determined that if it was the End of Days, they’d bloody well enjoy it.

Someone had found a guitar. Oasis tunes were screeched out from Number 37. A few of our neighbours, those that should have known better, joined the growing entourage on the Richmond front lawn. The chordless wonder never let up, satisfying the beery shouted requests of the group. Read more

Child’s Play (A Short Story)

In a school yard, a group of kids dressed in uniform were huddled together in a ring, looking over the shoulders of two boys in the centre. They were kneeling, staring at one another from opposite ends of a chalk circle drawn on the ground.

One of the boys – a ruddy bruised face and shiny black hair the colour of beetle skin – slid off his knees and got to his feet.

“How you wanna set them up?” Read more