It’s been a little while since I did anything with this site – coincidentally, the exact amount of time it has been since I last home internet. Wierd that, huh?

A very quick update then, before I get to the point. In the eighteenmonths or so since my last post I’ve been doing the starving artist thing – either not working or not earning enough to live on but still getting words written. It’s not been great, and I’ve been stitched a couple of times – which is great when I need someone to think about for a slice’n’dice scene.

On top of the precarious financial situation I’ve also been having a year of emotional fun. laugh if you want, but the death of my cat last summer triggered a genuine and prolonged grieving period. Those are never fun, which is why everyone I know and love has to immortal – at least until the day I die.

It’s all cool now, though. I’ve reasonably stable employment and really want to get some kittens.

More importantly, for those of you who aren’t still thinking of kittens, I’ve a bunch of stories getting ready for sharing. Chaos Tales III: Infodump is nearly ready and there’s another Burdizzo charity anthology coming soon, plus a bunch of other, vaguer projects.

In the meantime, I thought I’d share one of the stories I’ve written this year. It’s a little overblown in places, but it is about Lucifer. I wrote it mostly because it is a major part of the backstory for most of what I write (a statement that will make more sense when/if I manage to get Entrance out) and I needed to get some bits down in hardcopy.

Anyway, it’s called The First Fall, and I hope you like it.


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  1. Welcome back! Aww, I’m so sorry to hear about your sad loss. Our two elderly rescue cats both had to be pts last year, and I still grieve for them. We ‘rescued’ two other oldies in October, and while they don’t take the place of our other two, they have their own place in our hearts. I hope that your home is soon full of kitties once again.


  2. It’s good to be back, although I suspect I’ll still be a lazy arse because…well, unless I’m getting an hourly rate I’m terribly prone to indolence.

    I’ve known so many cats over the years that, in a way, I’m almost used to them going, although it does knock the stuffing out of me when one I really love does go. I can, have and will again bore/enthrall other people with my recollections of cats past and present – it mostly depends on how wasted everyone is. They’ve all got a little corner of their own and I know there will be more before I die. Cats and wasted people, gotta love ’em both.

    I really can’t afford kittens now, financially or with time, and I’m no better equipped to handle an adult rescue. So, I’m living vicariously through my sister’s cats. It’s an open secret that I visit as much to see the cat as my sister and her family.

    Also, I really want kittens. So badly I’m developing a youtube habit and the slightly lopsided features of someone who says ‘awww…’ far too much.


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