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Foreword by the Author

I've decided that the prospect of running my blog AND my novel on the same site are TOO MUCH for one mere mortal. Were I able to, I would scrap my largely unread and unloved blog in favour of my (as yet) unfinished but much loved series of cosmic horror novellas. As it stands I have two, but unedited and full of corrections and changes that are begging to be made, but there are too many bits and pieces on my blog I would like to keep.
Also, these things are free.

I'll be uploading chapter by chapter re-writes of my first book here, and the companion discussion piece on my wordpress site as and when I can. If people are really interested I will patreon it and do regular uploads, but if you're not bothered or vocal then I'll get round to it when I get round to it.

Until then, fair readers, I hope you're doing well and that you enjoy this, a mild distraction and devout wish that there was some method and plan to the horrific political and cultural swamp we inhabit.

Toodles

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