What I am trying to do though is push the boundaries of what a novel should be. Using inspiration from films like Birdman and Interstelllar through to TV shows like American Horror Story and The Walking Dead to music from the likes of Devin Townsend and Aphex Twin...my intention is to create something that is visceral and real but also fantastic and out there. So far, it is going well and I am following a natural story and feel.
Other exciting things happening is my continued success from my erotic/naughty writings - a current short story accepted by The Erotic Woman and available for your reading pleasure by the end of the month. I have already been to 2 amazing concerts this year...Queen with Adam Lambert and Slipknot supported by Korn. Both were bloody awesome but Slipknot just killed it...visually and sonically! I have also finally re-joined the gym and my absolute intention is to lose weight and add some more years to my life through fitness and good eating (I am now meat free as well). I went to see Fantasia live with an orchestra, watched Whiplash and Birdman in the cinema (both bloody awesome films), continue to be fascinated with Twitter and have just joined Goodreads. All in all, a good start to 2015. Anyway, I will leave you all with an excerpt from my new novel 'This heat...its hell closing in on me'.
'A lone saxophone draws me awake and eases me into the land
of the living. A soft whispering wall of
background noise caresses my tired eyes allowing light to creep in. I begin to stretch my bones and muscles and
feel my heart beat to the sound of rhythm bass; steady and strong. My breathing is calm and regular which just a
very slight skip to it, accompanied by a foghorn of music that combines into
one glorious chorus.
My soul is becoming bright and warm with every passing
second, a rainbow of joy and complication with its own specific dance and sway;
a click of the fingers, a shift of the hips.
I stand tall and stiff reaching up to the very stars that adorn my
surroundings and reach for one that is engulfed by flame and pulsating with
energy; is this Eden? I jump high, I
jump higher, I jump as high as I have ever done and I am off, floating towards
this possibility of peace and desire.
I drift past the lost ones, the ones who need someone to
live by; the rockers and the rollers. I
see the young…no! I see the ‘far too
young to be here’ with their painful expressions and forced smiles clawing
their way upwards. I see them as they
see themselves and it breaks my heart. I
see the marks on their arms and the trail of tears they leave behind. Their soundtrack is one of string and organ,
melancholy and sad but with a sharp bite that hits hard. Whatever led them here in life begins to peel
away the skin they cling onto and a new one forms; divine and beautiful. And they sore with a purpose once missing,
now reclaimed; god speed'.
