Black Dog howls at the moon

Prolific is probably not a word that springs to mind when looking at my current output. So far my published work consists of a total of six rather long short stories collected as the Aldwark Tales. There is, of course, a lot more in the pipeline with a further four supernatural tales and a couple of science fiction stories under way.

But in the meantime Neil Jackson over at GWP is concentrating on trying to get my work and that of the other writers out in as many different formats as possible.

So next up is the second chapbook release of a story taken from the Aldwark Tales - Black Dog.

With a suitably scary cover designed by Neil himself, this is a story of supernatural events driven by a very natural human condition and it draws its inspiration both from the classic Black Shuck/Black Dog tales of English folklore and also from the evocative description of his own depression by that greatest of all Englishmen, Winston Churchill.

The story is available in ebook form from Smashwords and will shortly be available for Kindle from Amazon and direct from Ghost Writer Publications as a chapbook.

Hope you enjoy it.

And now once again I need to write and I feel the need for inspiration.

Pass me the bottle someone?

Is there anybody out there?

So the boss said to me,

"Tricks old son, you may have a job to hold down, a family to support, half a dozen stories still to finish and a house that's falling down around your ears, but what you really need to do is get yourself a blog. That way you can stop wasting time worrying about all those things and instead tell everyone else about them. Then they can worry about them instead and you can get on with the important things in life.

Like Calvados."

That was of course a low blow. The boss knows all my deepest darkest secrets and he especially knows my uncontrollable weakness for the old apple brandy.

So the job can wait, the family can starve, the stories drift away into the aether and the house can continue its centuries long collapse back into the earth from whence it sprung.

I have a new obsession now... and an old one.

Pass me the bottle someone.