Sherlock – Abominably Wonderful

*SPOILER ALERT – I’ll try to keep them to a minimum though!*

I’ve always liked Sherlock Holmes.  Though I admit to not having read much of the printed material (which surprises me), I’ve been a fan of the television series (what’s the plural of series – serieses?) for many years.  From the days of Basil Rathbone, watching it with my dad, through to Jeremy Brett, I’ve been an avid watcher.
So, I was delighted when the show was brought back to life by the people who make Doctor Who (another show I have watched all my life), starring this guy I’d never heard of with a funny name.  Also, it starred Martin Freeman, so it couldn’t be bad.
And I watched the first episode.  And the way the texts were done on screen and the way Benedict Cumberbatch played the part and  the way the it was set ‘today’…  And I was hooked.  Immediately.
Of course, now, Benedict (may I call you that) is a hot property.  From Star Trek Into Darkness, to the amazing Imitation Game (historically correct or not), to the forthcoming Doctor Strange, he’s hitting the big time.  He’s also helped make Sherlock a worldwide sensation.
Regarding Doctor Strange, one of my favourite Marvelcharacters, I read yesterday that Marvel actually altered their movie timeline to fit it around Benedict’s super-busy schedule.  That’s how much they wanted him in the role.

So, onto the New Year’s Day special, The Abominable Bride.
It’s been soooo long since the last season, I was understandably excited by its appearance.  The fact it was going to be going back to its roots, as in being set during Victorian times, only made it more anticipated.  For some reason, my Sky box didn’t record it.  I noticed about half way through and was gutted.  I remembered setting it to record on my smartphone app (so convenient), so couldn’t understand why it hadn’t.  I checked the planner and the next showing was the next night.  Could I wait that long?  Hell no!  I checked On Demand, through Sky.  Nope, no sign.  OK.  BBC iPlayer app on the Smart TV?
Phew!  Saved.
So, I sat down to watch it.  And I was hooked.  Both Cumberbatch and Freeman, along with the rest of the cast, donned their period costumes and personas wonderfully.  I thought the story was intriguing and pretty well thought out.  I noticed the odd comment like ‘data viruses’ which was out of place in such a time, but then…  BAM!  They suddenly fitted right in when we saw what was really happening!  If you haven’t seen it, I’ll try not to give it away, and I’ve seen reports that some people didn’t ‘get’ it.  Personally, I thought it was a brilliant twist.  It’s been likened to Inception meets Adaptation.  I can see why.  I don’t necessarily agree but I have to say I’d love to take a walk in Sherlock’s Mind Palace!
Seeing an ‘old friend’ was cool too.  A perfectly manic and demented version of the character.  I did wonder if the scene of Sherlock’s suicide after his nemesis shot himself back in – was it Season 2? – was the modern take on the classic Reichenbach Falls.  I remember Jeremy Brett facing them so long ago.  I was delighted when I saw I was mistaken.
I can’t believe it’s only been three short (very short) seasons of this show and it’s proved to be gripping, fun and compulsive.  Apparently, it’s not going to be back until 2017, which I think is FAR too long, but with so many film commitments for the two main stars, I can understand why.  The time will drag too.
At least we have Moffat’s other baby to kep us going – Doctor Who.  It seems Peter Capaldi has hinted the next season might be his last.  That’s a shame.  I think he’s brilliant.  Any criticisms need to be aimed at the writing, as sometimes it’s not been as strong as others, but when it’s good, it’s VERY good.  Some of the episodes, particularly towards the end of this last series, were brilliant and Capaldi showed what a great actor he really is.  I hope he hangs around a little longer.  It seems the Doctor is only in the house for a short time and he moves on though, I suppose, three years isn’t exactly a short time.

Anywho-be-do.  This is Sherlock (did you see the Sherlock meets Doctor Who mashup on YouTube).  Was it good?  No.  Was it abominablygood?  Definitely!

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Darker places released May 1st!



What if you could steal the final moments from the dying?  What if you had the darkest secret, but couldn’t think what it might be?  What if you entered the forest in the deep of the night.  Who is the melting man?  And are your neighbours really whom they appear to be?
So many questions.
To find the answers, you must enter a darker place.  Thirteen stories.  Thirteen poems.  Thirteen more doorways.
Publication date: May 1st
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StoryVille event

I had a lovely day at Freshney Place Shopping Centre (Grimsby, UK), where I appeared as part of their Storyville event.
My 11 year old daughter, Meg, came with me and we read from my Zits’n’Bits and Rudolph Saves Christmas books as well as colouring with the children and drawing pictures from the poems.
Meg was utterly amazing and took on board the storytelling herself, with lots of voices, arm flinging and laughs. It was a real pleasure having her there with me and I was very proud of her. All the children were wonderful and it was great to meet you all.

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Writer’s Block

Writer’s block.  Is that what you rest your head on, waiting for that nice sharp blade to drop down and lop it off?  Or is it the particular piece of cliff you stand upon, looking down into the abyss below, a void of wordlessness?

Do you sit there, pen, pencil or keyboard in hand (whatever your poison), and feel a physical barrier, or are you looking out onto an empty field, the expanse stretching away to the horizon with no sign of life to break its monotony?

Then you see something.  A letter?  A punctuation mark?  A whole word or sentence?  You can’t be sure but you run towards it, hands outstretched, desperately grasping.  Then you take it in your arms and squeeze it to your bosom, only to feel it drift away into dust.

Or it stays with you and flourishes, growing into something that could actually be beautiful.  A blog post.  A short story.  Possibly a full length novel.

Granted you might, one day, decide that it’s ugly and needs casting aside – consigned to the recycle bin or the rubbish bin.  Or screwed up and thrown on the floor to gather dust in a dark corner.  But it’s YOUR child so, sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind – cruel to your baby to be kind to the rest of us.

If you’re lucky, though, it might blossom into a masterpiece that others stand in awe of.  Or even a few just think is pretty good.  It all warms those cockles.

But what if <gasp> you stand on that precipice and can see no ledge to catch hold of, or you run through the field and there really is nothing between you and the horizon except simply somewhere else to place your foot?  What do you do?

I’m lucky, at the moment at least.  Well, after a fashion.  I don’t have a shortage of words.  I have more than one project on the go, for a start.  I have the sequel to my book, Sin.  Then there’s a children’s book I’m 40,000 words into.  Not forgetting Sin’s blog, his diary form within his asylum.  I’ve also recently finished a short story based on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and a children’s book called Rudolph Saves Christmas!  Considering I get VERY little time to actually write, I don’t think I do too badly.

A few weeks ago I sat down to write work on the sequel to Sin and ended up starting the Rudolph story.  I have no idea why.

A few years ago, I had nothing.  There was no urge, no inner voice.  I would sit with a pad or my computer, wanting to write – needing to – and I wouldn’t write a single word.  That lasted a good (or bad) twelve months.  It was awful, but I just couldn’t come up with anything.  But I was trying to force it.  I was trying to make the words come and kick the voice into uttering something.  So it all rebelled, stuck two fingers up to me and turned its back.

I’ve had periods since where the same happens.  So I leave them all to their own devices.  I don’t sit there, begging for inspiration, I carry on and let inspiration come.  I think it helps that I have so many projects on the go.  I have my main one – currently the children’s book – and I try to work on that, but if it doesn’t want to play, I turn to something else.  Usually that something else is one of Sin’s blog entries.  They’re fun, are only about 500 words or so, and they take less than half an hour.  I don’t plan them, I just write and see what happens.

So maybe that’s why I don’t seem to have such a problem now.  When I had one story, it sometimes didn’t want to play.  Now, they’re all jealous and vie for my attention!  Now, I get to choose.  It all stimulates the little grey wotsits.  If I was struggling, I’d probably write my shopping list, but as a story.  The toilet rolls are on the hunt for the mysterious, legendary Granny Smith of Doom.  On their quest they have to defeat the cat food and reach the snow capped Cucumber of Halfness!

Write something, write nonsense, but write.  If you write it, it will come.

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The Interview

Hi everyone.  I’m Shaun Allan and I’m an author from Grimsby in the UK.  I’ve written for most of my life (I couldn’t hold a pen in the early days) and have penned a variety of stories, ranging from science fiction to horror to humour to children’s.  I’ve also written a paranormal thriller called Sin, and have appeared on Sky TV to discuss traditional versus electronic publishing.

Except, of course, I’m none of those things.  I don’t really exist.  I’m a pigment of Sin’s emancipation – as Sin himself would say.  I’m not surrounded by girls (in the shape of my partner and daughters) with only our three cats (all male) to back me up – we have fish too but their sex is undecided… although, as I don’t exist I suppose I don’t have fish…

Being unreal can be confusing sometimes.

So.  I’m Shaun, and I’d be pleased to meet you if there was any chance of escaping the confines of Sin’s imagination.  Going by some aspects of him, though, I wouldn’t like to say that isn’t actually possible.

Hi.  Oh, I said that.  Well.  I’m here to interview Sin, lunatic extraordinaire – or, as he would have us believe, non-lunatic ordinaire.  Why would one interview a madman?  Well, it worked for Clarisse when she met with the goodly Mr. Lecter.  And, as Sin protests that he’s not actually crazy, I may get some more sense.  We shall see.

SA: Hello Sin.

Sin: Hi Shaun.  How are you?

SA: I’m fine thank you.  It’s a little dark in here, but I don’t mind.

Sin: I’m sorry about that.  I’d like to brighten it up in there, but the gloom in the hospital kind of invades my head.

SA: A little like I’m doing?

Sin: *laughs* Not quite.  You’re a welcome deviation.  Connors is the only one who invades my head.

SA: Thanks, I think.  Although the hospital is glaringly white.  I wouldn’t have thought the term ‘gloom’ suits?

Sin: Well, you’d think so, but in a building where no one is particularly happy, even the blinding walls can feel dark.

SA: Well.  Yes…  Let’s lighten the mood a little, shall we?

Sin: Unlike the inside of my head?

SA: Indeed.  So.  You’re crazy?

Sin: Hey, don’t waste your time, OK?  I’d prefer it if you’d get right to the point!

SA: I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be so blunt.

Sin: Don’t worry.  I’ve been called much worse in here.  In answer to your question, yes, I’m crazy.  Except when I’m not.

SA: When you’re not?  You switch it on and off?

Sin: After a fashion, I suppose you could say I do.  I’m crazy as a loon… when i want to be.

SA: So, from that, do I assume you’re not really?

Sin: You can indeedy.  My wibble doesn’t wobble.  I act up so they’ll come and give me the drugs.  Little pricks giving little pricks.

SA: Why would you do that?  I can’t see why anyone would want to actually volunteer to be locked up in an asylum.

Sin: Maybe I’m crazy to do it then?

SA: *I shrug my shoulders.  Maybe he has more in common with a certain cannibal than I thought*

Sin: You do realise, as you’re a conjuration of my consciousness, I can hear your thoughts?

SA: Oh, sorry.  I didn’t mean to offend you.  You just seem to be… contradictory.

Sin: I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.

SA: You’re welcome.  Why, then, did you deliberately put yourself in here?

Sin: I needed it all to stop.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I felt like I was being haunted.

SA: ‘It’?

Sin:  Yes, ‘it’.  The deaths.  The screams.  I couldn’t think of how else I could end it other than locking myself away somewhere where they’d pump me full of drugs to take it all away.

SA: What deaths?  What screams?

Sin: Shaun, people die around me.  I don’t like it and I can’t help it, but they do.

SA: They die?

Sin: Yes.  They die.  So I need a healthy dose of oblivion to keep me out of it, so it stops.

SA: Does Dr. Connors know this?

Sin: No.  He thinks I’m just paranoid.  I’m hardly going to tell him that, am I?  He’ll think I’m…

SA: Crazy?

Sin: Exactly.  Which I’m not.

SA: How’s it going with that plan then?  Is it working?

Sin: Actually, no.  I can still hear their screams and I can still feel their deaths.

SA: Hmmm…  What are you going to do about that?

Sin: I’m going to do the only thing I can.  I’m going to kill myself.

SA: Suicide?  So, people die around you and you want to commit suicide, but you’re not crazy.

Sin: That’s right.

SA: OK… I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt on that.  How are you planning on doing that?  After all, this is an asylum.  I assume you’re not even allowed shoelaces?

Sin: That’s the best bit.

SA: Killing yourself has a ‘best bit’?

Sin: It does indeed.

SA: So, tell me.  How will you do it.

Sin: Teleportation.

I think you’ll agree that that’s my cue to take my leave of Sin’s senses, as he’s clearly done so himself.  I must admit, though, that he seems at least as sane as I.  Perhaps that’s his composure, though.  He doesn’t look like Doc Brown for a start.  He looks like you or I.

He looks ordinary.

They do say it’s always the quiet ones.

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Planning a Book

Plan your book?  Plan?  Hold on while I look that up in the dictionary…

Hmmm… I can’t say that applies to me.  Perhaps I should plan my books, but I just can’t.  If I try to, I end up feeling the writing is forced.  Usually, I have no idea where a book or story is going.  Whether it’s a blog entry for Sin’s diary, a short story or a full blown book, I often have no idea what’s going to happen until it does.

I don’t even have the plot in my head.  Or if I do it’s very vague.  I start with a first line or the name of a character and run with it.  Sometimes I lose the race and am overtaken, but most often it works out.  Blog entries are written ‘off the cuff’ and, though the more extensive stories are written over a period of time, I don’t pre-empt the plot or the characters.  It’s a voyage of discovery for me as well as the reader – though the seas may be rough I (fairly often) manage it back to sure unscathed.

An example of this – other than the blog entries – is my Rudolph Saves Christmas book.  I sat down one night with my tablet computer and the TV turned down low, planning on working on the sequel to Sin.  1000 words (ish) later I discovered that Rudolph was sleeping in his chair and was about to be accused of attempting to sabotage Christmas!  I have no idea how one ended up being the other – SO far removed – but it did.

So…  Planning?  Let me just go and look that up again…

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