I just received the pencil sketch of the cover of A Flickering Light Called Fate, by Iho Grace from Amber Coubrough my cover illustrator today. She’s due with her third child, so the effort to get this sketch out is simply heroic. I’m so grateful that she has given me a glimpse of what the cover will look like. There is a …
My whakapapa on my father’s father’s side of the family goes back to Opunake, Te Atiawa (Taranaki Maori Iwi/tribe). I’ve felt that connection flowing through my veins like a persistent warmth for my entire existence in my body, but not as strong as when I came back to Te Ika a Maui in late 2002 from Vancouver, …
In my writing process, I will often take nights, days, and weeks away from a narrative of a novel so it can formulate for me. Holding down a very physical day job means that I’m reluctant to come home and write at night. I wrote Sanctum (2nd edition) in a blur of nights, over months of toiling away as it flowed …
The government’s enforced house arrest is all but over for me. My other job (when I’m not writing, researching, producing book trailers, doing voiceovers, editing, proofreading, and dealing with taxation departments and ebook platforms in the USA) is a trade, and I’m allowed to go work on the building site that me and builders, engineers, electricians, and …
The system of planetary control has become overt. What is being played out on a global stage is a fake plandemic, but the consequences felt by the populace are real. The term lockdown in the prison vernacular, is an experience where all prisoners are confined to their cells after a disturbance in the facility. This …
My experience of house arrest (global smackdown) has been revelatory as much as it has been incredibly difficult. Initially, I felt disillusioned that this obvious plandemic hoax could be played out on an acquiescing populace so easily, and also globally. Having a loss of personal freedom, with the Police Commissioner in this country-sounding more like Heinrich Muller, the …
I only have one true literary inspiration. That is Clive Barker. I hungrily devoured his imaginative fiction with a ravenous appetite, and my understanding of how prose and poetry could be amalgamated began to take shape. I was stunned at his use of language, often writing down words that I had never seen written, nor heard spoken …
I resorted to imagination during my childhood as a means to find joy in the chaos of my family life and the molestation I experienced. I was a fanatical reader as a child, from Dickens to Bronte, Verne to Edgar Rice Burroughs I sought refuge in the fantastical, the supernatural and science fiction. When I …
In my childhood, I had many experiences that could be perceived as supernatural or paranormal. What was defined as ‘real’ was a matter of conjecture, and for me, the last word on what was simply an active imagination or an aspect of heightened sensory awareness came from the mouths of my caregivers. I grew up with visitations from parasitic …
I had not read any Gabriel Garcia Marquez before I heard Harmon Sueno whispering to me, asking me to dictate his visions, clear and true. I had never heard of Magical Realism, however, I was to discover that Harmon Sueno was cut from the same cloth as the Latin American writers whose surrealism extends beyond scientific …