Talking Tango…

You know, so we’re told, when you’ve been Tangoed!

 

To my knowledge, I haven’t – as yet.  Not the dance, all passion and power, but the drink, fizz, fun and flatulance.  No wobbly-bellied man, painted orange, has run up to me in the street – or the asylum – and slapped my cheek.  Neither have I ever gone a little too far with the fake tan, making me look as if I’ve been living on a diet of Satsumas for the past ten years or so.

 

Of course, with the slop we’re served in here, it may well be Satsumas.  It’s hard to say.  It could well be chicken or caviar.  Hey, it could actually just be tinned Slop!  Do Tesco sell that?  Is it next to the baked beans and spaghetti hoops?  Do Heinz do four packs of Slop, with a new, improved recipe?

 

No.  I don’t believe they do.

 

Anywho.  I haven’t, to be honest, any idea why I started waffling on about being Tangoed.  For an advert that hasn’t been seen on television, probably, this century, it’s still a well-known catchphrase.  A bit like “Do or die, spit in your eye” may well never be.  It’s just, sometimes…

 

Do you ever feel as if you just need to talk?  Not about anything in particular, just to express words like a new mother expresses milk, the resultant flow easing pressure whilst providing sustenance?  Granted, I’m not a three month old baby, but sometimes simply chatting can be nourishing.  It can challenge the mind and entertain the senses.

 

In here, with a population largely consisting of misguided individuals (I hesitate to use the term ‘delusional’), conversation can be somewhat lacking.  Four walls and a stream of MTV can only hold one’s attention for a limited amount of time.  Well, in my case at least.  Many of my inmate friends are consistently captivated by the enclosed space and repetitive thumping base from the box on the wall.

 

A box within a box.  Like our mind within our body, except our minds are Tardises within the confines of our skin and bone, able to go anywhere and anywhen with seemingly infinite capacity.

 

So.  Conversation.  Occasionally, when Mickey is all Mucousy and Benny is Bending, I just need to talk.  Talk about normal.  Talk about mundane.

 

If I didn’t, I think I’d go insane.  You’d assume I’d be in the right place for that.

 

Have you met Dr. Connors?

 

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Never give up

Ten years ago, I wrote a short story.

No, wait.  Let’s go back.  Way back.  Back into time…  Something like forty years ago, I wrote a story.  It wouldn’t have been very long and was, I would think, not very good.  I also drew a picture to go along with it.  Again, potentially not very good.

I was five.

I may have been four, I may have been six but, seeing as one of the poems in my children’s book Zits’n’Bits is called ‘I Want to be Five’, that’s how old we’ll say I was.  An age of wonder, of Father Christmas, of the Tooth Fairy and of monsters under the bed.  And, of course, the age of very short, potentially badly written stories.  I’m sure my mum and dad were very proud, though.

I didn’t stop.  Since then I have carried on making up stories, creating worlds and inhabiting them with all manner of creatures and people – sometimes the two being one.  I suppose that classes me as ‘writer’ then.

I remember being stood in the corridor at school with my friend, Tony.  Now Tony has supported my writing from way back then and is a fervent supporter even now – to the effect that he is mentioned in the dedication, acknowledgement and text of Sin.  I’d started writing a book.  A proper novel.  We were on corridor duty, there to make sure other pupils didn’t run or fight and so on.  We had badges to proclaim our Prefect status.  I was showing him the beginnings of this book, this powerhouse of prose.  I don’t recall if he thought it was any good.  Thinking back on some of the wording, it wasn’t.  A teacher came along and asked what we were looking at so I showed and told him.

I do recall the teacher being impressed.  Not, I would think, at what I’d written, but with the fact that I WAS writing.  I think the guy was the Geography teacher, but I can’t be sure.

Either way, I didn’t carry on that story.  I did, though, write some GOOD stories at that school.  The English teacher was excellent and it was he that gave me the buzz to actually produce a proper novel.  So much so, in fact, that, after I’d left school and he’d retired, I used to send him my stories and he’d return them with the same sort of marks, corrections and comments he did whilst he was teaching me.  Well, I guess he never stopped.

When I left school, my writing diminished.  I still produced stories and poetry and, I believe, it got better.  Life got in the way, as it tends to, and I was letting it.  The bug didn’t leave though.  It bided its time then, one day, it firmly bit me on the ankle.  I was writing more.  I wasn’t keeping a lot of it, but I was writing it.  The advent of the internet was a real boon.  Thanks to the world wide web, I had my work published in various small magazines in the US and other countries.  Some even won competitions.

I then started another book.  I’d had an idea and I went with it.  Again, I drifted off it.  The muse had me, then it jumped onto something different (something that curses me still – luckily, now, it does have a habit of returning).  Reading that story back now, there are some very good ideas in it, I think.  Some I’ll use again.  I may even pick it up again and finish it.  Either way, I wrote a good deal and got a fair way into it.

Not long after I’d started this, I was getting into web design and so on.  This would be around 16 years ago.  I’d been sending my stories off for a while.  Some were accepted, some weren’t – such is the life of the writer.  I set up a website for poetry and prose of my own and soon was receiving emails from all over the world from hopeful authors who wanted a voice and to share their work with the world.  The website soon had the attention of Sky television who asked me to appear to discuss the pros and cons of electronic (which was really just web based then) as opposed to traditional publishing.  There was me, effectively doing this ‘in my bedroom’ going against someone from Curtis Brown!

I had the last word, though…

Then, as I may have mentioned, ten years ago I wrote a short story.  That short story is now the prologue to a fully fledged, fully completed, novel.  Not only that, but it’s been compared to two of my favourite authors, Stephen King and Dean Koontz, and has been called ‘an incredible read.’

That and other reviews are quite humbling.  From those stories written by my fiver year old self to the first attempt at a book to today has been a long road.  Though Sin has been ten years in the making, it feels like it has been forty.

It’s another thing to cross off my ‘bucket list’, along with sky-diving and walking through the Valley of the Kings in Luxor, Egypt, both of which I’ve done in the past couple of years.  I lapsed, but I didn’t give up.  I wandered off the path, but my muse took me by the hand and guided me back on.

Nor should you – give up.

Ten years ago, I wrote a short story.  Forty years ago I did the same and added a little drawing.

Two days ago I shook hands with the Community Development officer at the central library who bought ten copies of my book to put in each of the local libraries.  Within ten minutes of that meeting I’d sold another ten to WH Smiths, a well know book store chain here in the UK – the one, through all those years, that I wanted to walk into and see my book on the shelf of.

Never say never.

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Win With Sin…

Wow! I’m delighted to have just passed 16000 Twitter followers! I feel a giveaway coming on!
The question: Name Sin’s sister.
If you haven’t read Sin, there’s info on my website, in interviews and she has her own story (the last one) in Dark Places.  And she’s the ‘opposite’ to Sin.
The prize? A compendium of ebooks, including Sin, Dark Places, Zits’n’Bits and Rudolph Saves Christmas.
 
Closing date end of August!
Either post your answer to my Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/singularityspoint or tweet me @singularityspnt with the hashtag #WinWithSin
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Best Served Chilled…

I do enjoy these visitors in the asylum. How they get in is beyond me. How they get out again… thats their problem. Today, i have Zoe. She’s nice. Just so you know. 

What’s your name?
My full name is Zoe Victoria Adams, but I only get called that when I’m in trouble. I write under Zoe Adams.
 
Ok Zoe Victoria (you’re in the asylum – you’re in trouble now!).  Where are you from?
I’m from Cleethorpes in North East Lincolnshire. I’ve lived here all my life, but I was born on the Nunsthorpe Estate in Grimsby.
 
Oohhh, the Nunsthorpe.  I was born on the Grange.  Mortal enemies!  Do you like living there?  If not, where would your favourite place to live be?  Is yes, where would you least like to live?
I quite like Cleethorpes when it’s quiet. Everything is in reach and it’s not far to travel further afield. When it’s summer and the sun is shining, it’s a death trap for tourists because we’re a seaside town. You can’t get to where you want to be.
I’d least like to live in the big cities like London. Things are too busy and touches of claustrophobia settle in. I do like London, for its theatre shows and big shopping stores like Forbidden Planet and Tokyo Toys, but I don’t think I could live there all the time.
 
Cleethorpes is definitely like that.  A lovely place but gets rammed when there’s a hint of shame.  That’s why people who live there go to Skegness!  As for London, it’s as busy at 11pm as it is at 11am.  Too much for me.  I’d end up in a mental… oh… hold on…  If you’re a writer, is this your ‘day job’?
I can officially say now since the release on my first book on 30th May 2013, (Best Served Chilled) that I am a professional writer. Sadly, I do not earn enough to live on and have it as a ‘day job’. I’ve just finished university, where I studied BA (Hons) Professional Writing and I also freelance for various websites.
 
Sounds great.  Well done on the BA.  I know a person who could benefit from that, but don’t tell him I said so…  Tell me about your latest project.
My latest project… Well that’s a conundrum as I have a few things I’m working on. I’m writing the second book in a series (so far titled Best Served Within) and I’m around 4,000 words in thus far.
Another project I’m working on is lead scriptwriter on an independent zombie film, with plenty of comedy, drama, guns and girls, so far titled Zombie Squad
 
Zombies.  Nice.  I wonder if you believe in the existence of anything supernatural like that?  How do you feel about bacon?  A crazy person once said it was the food of the gods.  OK, I admit that person was myself…
I don’t understand how people cannot like bacon! It’s delicious – especially between two pieces of thick bread and tomato sauce. Mmm…
 
Exactly my point of view.  Except you just spoiled it with the tomato sauce.  What is your favourite film?
Labyrinth (1986) starring David Bowie. I’ve been in love with this film since I was in secondary school. Bowie is a beautiful man, and the film is filled with catchy songs. It’s pure fantasy and I can relate to Sarah’s character in such a way, it scares me. The plot is fantastic! Reading Labyrinth fan fictions in my teen years really impacted what sort of fiction I like now and how I write. I own a lot of merchandise from the film, the most expensive being the paperback novelisation, which went out of print in the 80’s. It cost me over £40 and is still in the cellophane wrapping.
 
A great choice.  The only bit I didn’t like was those things where those things take their heads off and play foodtball with them.  I don’t know what went wrong with the effects there, but it seemed out of place with the rest of the film and the song was annoying.  Brilliant film otherwise.  Love the ‘Allo’ worm and Hobble and everything.  Have you always wanted to be a writer, or is it something you found yourself doing one day?
I’ve always been writing, but when I was a child I wanted to be: a fairy, a cat, a princess, a pop star, an actress and a teacher. The only fiction I would write would be fan fiction, and when I wrote it with anime characters, it caught my partner’s attention and told me to apply for a Professional Writing Course. I haven’t looked back or stopped writing since.
 
And the literary world can thank your partner.  How’s the plans on being a fairy or cat going?  Do you have so many ideas they dribble out of your nose if you don’t get them down, or do you have to hunt around the floor and the back of your sofa to find where your Muse is hiding?
The ideas don’t stop. I need a bucket to catch them all. I have multiple notepads with started ideas and notes all over my bedroom. My phone at one point was filled with drafts of started fiction. Some days, I feel as though I can’t write. That’s when my Muse is tied up and tortured until it agrees to co-operate with me.
 
Oh, you have a Muse like that too, hmmm?  Sneaky sods, ain’t they!  If you were in an asylum, what would your particular delusion or psychosis be?
An author once told me that writing is akin to mental illness, so I’d say its depression. I suffer with a lot of negative thoughts and though I surround myself with supportive and creative types, it all gets a little tough. It’s why I write. To survive.
 
Apparently, I’m a form of therapy to a similar person.  Can’t understand it myself.  What genre(s) do you write?
I primarily write paranormal and urban fantasy fiction, but have no aversions to crime, erotica, horror, romance and science fiction. I’ve found that the more I read outside the typical genres, I want to try my hand at something new.
 
You’re not limiting yourself there, then!  What genres(s) do you read?
I read anything I can my hands on. The last books I read in the genres specified were:
o        Paranormal/urban fantasy – Sword of Darkness by Kinley MacGregor.
o        Crime – The Other Half Lives by Sophie Hannah.
o        Erotica – Beauty’s Release by Anne Rice.
o        Horror – The Ghosts of Sleath by James Herbert
o        Romance – Alphabet Weekends by Elizabeth Noble
o        Science fiction – Across the Universe by Beth Revis
 
Great choices.  If these are the same, what attracts you to them? If they’re different, why do you think that is?
I’m attracted to anything with a good plot and action that keeps you going. If it’s a crime novel, I want to keep guessing and play ‘detective’. Characters who are flawed and with devilishly sexy men. I think this comes from the fan fictions I read in my teens – some more X-rated than others.
 
Bacon – just cooked or crispy?
Crispy. No other way. I love my bacon that way! At the university atrium, the staff knew that in a bacon, sausage and egg bap, my bacon would be crispy.
 
How else?  These people who don’t get that should be burned at the stake till they’re nice and crispy!  That’d show ‘em!  Now you’re in the asylum with me, how do you aim to get out?  Do you have an escape plan?
Well, that’s where being a woman comes in handy. I’d use my womanly wiles to confound the staff and persuade them to set me free. I can be a pretty good actress when the situation calls for it.
And if that doesn’t work, I suppose I could use a blade of some kind…
 
Well, your womanly wiles may get unwanted attention.  I say go with the blade, and I’m not a violent man – ignoring the deaths!
 
 

The following excerpt is from Chapter Five of ‘Best Served Chilled’, published by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Press.
 

Above her, the shōjō began to glow a brilliant red. His skin bubbled, as he pulled her energy into him. He drank in her nightmares, fears, hopes and dreams. Jealousies from childhood rose to the surface.

Stronger and stronger, the shōjō grew. This had to be the most satisfied he had felt in such a long time. True it was a shame her old man had to die, but at least he’d been happy for a short while.

And now to find his affections after all these years… Oh he couldn’t have wished for anything as sweet as this. Father like daughter. And the corruption was ever so easy.

These little humans were his idea of fun. They were the perfect toys; fun for hours and so easy to break. With the right beverage, he just had to seek them out. Other demons might sneer at his profession but he didn’t have a care in the world. Especially right this second.

 
Zoe can be found brightening the internet at the following places.  She’s also a delightful person and friend!  Not only that, Zoe is the inspiration for my Dark Places collection and I owe her my thanks. 
 
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Who knew…?

I’m a life long Doctor Who fan. Like many, I’ve grown up with the time travelling adventurer and enjoyed most, if not all, of his incarnations.

My first Doctor was Jon Pertwee but my favourite was always Tom Baker. He had power and gravitas and OWNED it. I thought nobody could come close. They didn’t for a long time. This didn’t affect my enjoyment of the show, though, I simply didn’t find the other doctors as strong.

Then it was cancelled. I wonder who was the BBC executive responsible for that one. (Update: thanks to my friend Carol who reminded me it was Michael Grade, the man responsible for bringing us Neighbours… ‘Nuff said…)
Saying that, the cancellation could well have been the shows lifeline. It needed a regeneration, of sorts, itself. Russell T. Davies gave it that. And Christopher Eccelston brought the Doctor back to life in a big way!

I was gutted when Eccleston left. He made the show really good again. He was needed. Who was this David Tennant bloke? Casanova? PERLEEZ!
 
Wow. Was I wrong? The answer to that is yes. Hugely. Christopher Eccleston was great. David Tennant, however, was THE Doctor. He had some powerful story lines and equally powerful performances. He also had Rose, one of the best assistants since the show began.
 

Billie Piper was one of a kind, really. She was one of the first assistants to be more than just an assistant. She had a real part to play.
I do really like Jenna Coleman as Clara, the latest companion. The introduction of her as the mind if a Dalek was very clever and she’s nose and feisty too. 

Anywho. Then Tennant left and we had Matt Smith. We had now ties and a Fez. But we also had Alex Kingston and Amy. And we had one of my favourite episodes.
‘The Doctor’s Wife’ had the wonderful Suranne Jones playing Idris who was taken over by the core of the Tardis. I bought this storyline was fab. Suranne played the part perfectly and the sentient nature of the Tardis became a former and more integral part of the show after that.
And now we change again. We have a new, twelfth Doctor. Congratulations to Peter Capaldi. The name is one I wasn’t familiar with, but the face I certainly was. He’s been in many shows I’ve seen. He was also on World War Z, a film I seriously enjoyed. More of that in a moment. 

How will he do? What sort of Doctor will he play? I don’t get the impression he’ll be as physical as Matt Smith. He seems more brooding and thoughtful. We shall see. Perhaps, with the advent of the Doctor’s great secret (hello John Hurt!) a darker, more dangerous role will ensure. 
We shall see. I look forward to finding out.
Now, back to World War Z. It seems, according to IMDB, the identity of the new Doctor Who was revealed a good while ago. If only we’d known where to look…
 
Speaking of where to look, the Doctor has been captured on Google Maps!

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