Raging Blood

A quick bit with Rosalie...

Heathrow to Home

This is an outtake from Walking in the Shadowlands. It'll become pretty obvious why I wrote it and was very fond of it, as well as why it didn't make the final draft.

Posted for obvious reasons which are obvious.

Rehab-Relapse

With my six month WitS break at an end (at last...) I've embarked on a bit of an edit of the manuscript to get my head back in the game.

Then this happened. Sam Mascha, who was a Good Boy and a Great Drummer but not a Good Man... this is your life...

Desert Peanuts

A quick one based on a Random Prompt from my dear friend Nancy...

See Me...

Another outtake for you: It's 1972 and the band are swarmed by a group of autograph-hunting schoolboys... 

A Death in the Family

It's been a little while, I know. I'd love to say it's because I've been doing lots of writing and all that sort of thing but it would be... a bit of a falsehood. Between work and Glastonbury and a dozen other things... progress has been slow in some respects.



On the other hand, this little nugget came to me on the way to Glastonbury and as it doesn't quite fit into the main plot of Walking in the Shadowlands, have at it.

The year is 1976. Shadowlands are riding high while they're out on their latest US summer tour...
 

In Bed With JD Twain

I'm in bed with JD Twain. If ever there was proof that the truth can be taken out of context, this is it.