Happy Birthday Blog

Today is my blog’s first birthday – I remember when it was just a twinkle in Fiona’s eye when she said, “Why don’t you make a blog? It might be a good place to practice some writing and maybe get some feedback.”

and she was right.

Since then I’ve gained 169 followers, made 197 posts, had 7,768 views, and received 1,339 comments. The year this blog has been up has probably been my most active year of writing ever.

So Happy Birthday The Equiatic Bind and many happy returns!


Word Count (28.03.13)

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James’ expression didn’t change but a long drawn out scream sounded in his head.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Kyouichi Motobuchi: If I survive, can I go home?
Teacher Kitano: Yes, but only if everyone else is dead.

From Battle Royale by Kenta Fukasaku




What’s Not To Like?

marriageequalitybatwomanquestionI’m getting married in a few months (93 days and counting) and its exciting. I am marrying the woman I love and am very happy for that and very happy that I can do it without anyone trying to stop me.

I so far have not heard an argument against same-sex marriages that has made sense to me. If it’s based on religion then you’ve already lost me. If it’s based on hatred then go fuck yourself. If it’s because it makes you uncomfortable to think of what gay people do behind closed doors then just don’t think about it. If it’s because marriage is designed to create kids then stop old people or sterile people from getting married as well. The idea that a kid can only grow up to be a good person if they have a mother and a father in their life makes no sense. There are tonnes of people raised by just one parent who turned out just fine (Hello two term President Barack Obama) and tonnes of people raised by two straight parents who turned out less fine (Bonjour John Wayne Gacy) and vice versa.

It hurts no one. Two people being able to express their love for each other and their bond and their commitment doesn’t hurt anyone but stopping that from happening, that hurts people.

In the end it’s all about love. And everyone loves being in love and seeing people in love and hearing love songs and reading Romeo and Juliet and watching romantic movies and the idea that, if they haven’t already, one day they’ll meet someone and realise that they have tonnes in common and look good together on photographs and laugh at each others terrible jokes and be able to lie on a couch together and watch shitty TV and eventually, if they want to, get married and spend their whole lives together growing old and still watching the same shitty TV and still laughing at the same jokes and being happy.

Excluding people from that isn’t love and it isn’t cool. And surely everyone at least wants to be cool, right?





Word Count (27.03.13)

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‘On the radio this morning it said that riots were two blocks away from the White House. Imagine that. The Panthers storm the White House and address the nation from the oval office with Johnson hog-tied in the background.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

RANDLE McMURPHY: They, uh, was givin’ me 10,000 watts a day, you know, and I’m hot to trot. The next woman who takes me out is gonna light up like a pinball machine and pay off in silver dollars.

From One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Bo Goldman and Lawrence Hauben. 



Friday Fictioneers: Tiny Lawsuit

copyright-rochelle-wisoff-fieldsJoan pointed to the spice holder on the table that looked like a tiny shopping cart, ‘This is darling. Where did you get it?’

‘My husband made it, he’s only a foot tall you see so takes it when he does the grocery shopping.’

‘Only a foot tall?’

‘Yes,’ said Sheila. ‘He used to work for a mad scientist who zapped him with a shrink ray.’

‘You should have sued.’

‘We did but Dr Insanity had no money. In the end all we got was a shed full of radioactive super-monkeys.’

‘Typical,’ said Joan and both ladies sipped their tea.


Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count (26.03.13)

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James doubted he could handle having a sister. He knew what boys were like and the things they said in the pub about girls they fancied and the way they behaved. He would spend so much of his time beating up potential suitors that he would never get anything else done. Burying the bodies of ex-boyfriends could be a way for him and his dad to bond though.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

From Lolita by Vladamir Nabakov

(I have tried to read Lolita a few times but can’t get past this paragraph. I think it just gives me all I need and satisfies my writer-y hunger. One day I may just pick it up and skip this part and see what all the fuss is about.)




Word Count (25.03.13)

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‘My pop said it was just a noise, like a roar. He used to say it was the same sound it would make if you kicked a T-Rex right in its balls.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

From 1984 by George Orwell



Word Count – 22.03.13 / 23.03.13 / 24.03.13


So Friday, Saturday and Sunday I wrote nothing for my book. Nothing at all.

My reasons?

Friday was the first day for our school report writing which usually takes a week and  is about as boring and stressful as any task at a school. I usually end up taking them home or dreaming about them and if I try to write during this time (it happens four times a school year) I am distracted and feel guilty that I’m not writing my reports. So on Friday I got my grades together and my reports criteria and just wrote them all one after another (22 kids in my class) until they were all finished. Once that was done my brain had turned the consistency of warm butter and the idea of diving into the book for a bit made me a little nauseous. After school on Friday was spent eating pizza, drinking beer and watching Wreck-It Ralph, which was genius.

Saturday was dedicated to wedding stuff. We met a potential DJ and Fi went shopping for shoes. I scribbled some stuff in a notepad for another project I’m working on but nothing for the book. Then home for Brokeback Mountain, a beautiful movie I’ve been meaning to watch for ages and that left me and Fi in puddle of tears.

I had good intentions on Sunday. We had made plans to go out with a friend to see a giant Armenian church over in the old part of Istanbul. However it turned out to be a beautiful day which led to a huge lunch of curry and beer on a beautiful terrace overlooking the Hagia Sofia and then more beer on different terraces so by the time we got home we were both so full we just had to lie down and do nothing.


Our view while we ate great curries and drank big beers.

A fantastic weekend, but not a hugely productive one novel-wise.



Word Count (22.03.13)

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He didn’t struggle against it as he knew that as soon as he tried to get away from the panic or fight the panic it would overwhelm him and he would run out of the HQ screaming and probably get hit by a cab outside and break his legs and get sent home and be bedridden and the only nurse would be his mum and his dad would mock him and Judy would parade her new man in front of him and then the house would catch on fire and he wouldn’t be able to escape because of his broken legs and he would roast alive inside a house that he never wanted to be in in the first place.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

[Liz enters a room and stands behind Jack]
Jack: You’ve been avoiding me, Lemon.
Liz: How do you do that without turning around?
Jack: To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you, but… here we are.

 From 30 Rock by Tina Fey


The 100 Word Novel – Thirty-Seven: Gasoline

CaptureJust before eight o’clock Sgt Pride and Pvts Party and Dancer stood outside the fort’s walls, wrapped up against the cold, holding cans of gasoline.

‘Our instructions,’ said Pride, ‘are to coat that building there with gasoline and set it ablaze. Any questions?’

‘Is there anyone inside?’ Asked Private Dancer.


‘What if they come out?’ Asked Private Party.

‘We are to shoot them. Ideally we will not need to waste bullets on the building’s occupant but if it comes to that do not hesitate to fire.’

The privates nodded and then trudged across the snow towards the storage shed.

Previously on The 100 Word Novel:

Introduction to the 100 WORD NOVEL. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Interlude Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six

Word Count (20.03.13)

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Everything I wrote today is relevant to the some of the twisty part of my story so don’t wanna give you any spoilers just yet.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

From Animal Farm by George Orwell



Friday Fictioneers: The Farm Animals

thirstyThe farmer watched the horse watering his fields by itself and beamed. All of his training was paying off. The chickens laid their eggs and delivered them to the farmhouse now and the sheep had, with some difficulty, been taught to shear themselves. The pigs dutifully fattened themselves up and then, upon reaching a nice, plump size, killed themselves by clutching a knife between their trotters and then falling upon it like porcine Mark Antonys.

The farmer smoked his clay pipe and rubbed his stomach  and smiled the content smile of a farmer who had never read any George Orwell.


Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.

The 100 Word Novel – Thirty-Six: Knowing Everything

CaptureButler had the doctor removed from his tent against her violent protests.

‘Doctor,’ called Butler, ‘Walk away from this. Go back to your wife and you can say you tried but don’t interfere any further or you’ll sleep in the brig.’

‘You can’t do this, Butler!’ Scream Peg.

‘Yes I can. We voted on it. In a few hours this will be a memory. Go find Kat, I’m sure she can’t be too far away.’

Peg stopped struggling with the privates who were escorting her away, ‘How did you know about Kat?’

‘I know everything,’ Butler smiled. ‘Good day, doctor.’


Previously on The 100 Word Novel:

Introduction to the 100 WORD NOVEL. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Interlude Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five

Word Count (19.03.13)

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Sam mimed thinking and kept peeling his orange. His lack of nails from compulsive biting was working against him and his blunt clawing at the orange had just stained his fingertips instead of yielding any fruit. ‘Fakata thing!’ His face was turning the colour of the fruit. ‘I don’t even like oranges but my wife’s got me on this bullshit health food bullshit thing to stop me having a heart attack.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Lucille: Get me a vodka rocks.
Michael: Mom, it’s breakfast.
Lucille: And a piece of toast.

From Arrested Development by Mitchell Hurwitz 


Word Count (18.03.13)

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‘Right, well people from Florida are called Floridians and people from California are Californians. Me, I’m a Seattleite. So people from Indiana are obviously called…?’



(Someone pointed out to me this week that all of my favourite lines are dialogue. I expected this to give me a complex about my dialogue to prose ratio but I don’t think I have the time for it)

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I’d have them all in zoos.

From Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.

This is another one of those books that if you haven’t read you have to read it. Just for the experience.



The 100 Word Novel – Thirty-Five: Butler and Peg

o-maticAs Sergeant Pride left the quarters Peg entered.

Butler smiled, ‘Ah doctor, good morning. You are up early.’

‘Couldn’t sleep, what’s your excuse?’

‘I’m military, ma’am. Sit, please.’

Peg sat down on the stool and tried to run a hand through her greasy, knotted hair but decided against it. ‘I wanna change my vote.’

Butler’s smiled remained fixed but had vanished from his eyes. ‘That’s not -‘

‘We can’t murder her.’

‘It’s not murder, doctor. I thought we were on the same page.’

‘I don’t kill children.’

‘Well, I do.’ The smile was a distant memory. ‘When I have to.’

Previously on The 100 Word Novel:

Introduction to the 100 WORD NOVEL. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Interlude Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four

Word Count (17.03.13)

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She said Mom closed up the house one day, turned the oven on full, and sat by its open door. Apparently it’s still a Cry For Help, even though our oven’s electric.

From Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre


Word Count (16.03.13)

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If Hal emerged from the lifts then James had sneaking suspicion that he would either a) run away and hide or b) piss in his pants. He had yet to devise a third option.

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Kazran Sardick: On every world, wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact midpoint, everybody stops, and turns, and hugs, as if to say “Well done. Well done, everyone! We’re halfway out of the dark.” Back on Earth, we called this Christmas, or the Winter Solstice. On this world, the first settlers called it the Crystal Feast. You know what I call it? I call it expecting something for nothing!

From Doctor Who by Steven Moffatt


Word Count (15.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

927 (and on a Friday as well.)

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75,921 3435.75thBirthday



Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘…people like John Wayne and people trust him.’

‘The hippies don’t,’ said Hal. ‘The blacks don’t.’

‘That is true, Mr. Spurgeon, but tonight the blacks and the hippies seem to like throwing rocks at police and burning property. Tonight their credibility is only worth Jack and shit. And Jack just left town.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.

Alan Moore



Word Count (14.03.13)

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‘Do you think Sam knows about this?’ Said James.

A door opened further down the corridor and a TV flew out of the doorway, hitting the wall and leaving a crack in the plaster and shattering the screen.

‘Maybe,’ said Hal.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

I’ll learn to work the saxophone
I’ll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

From Deacon Blues by Steely Dan



Word Count (13.03.13)

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Wayne chuckled and said, ‘Now, Dean, I’m not here to do any singing, heck, if I did you’d lose half your audience in one night.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you, and you’ll never learn.

From Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 



Historical Fiction

The hardest thing about writing historical fiction is that

sometimes history just keeps getting in the way.

Sean Fallon

As many of you probably know by now I’m writing a piece of historical fiction set in 1968. Actually I think it would be an alternate history so I guess we’ll call it alternate historical fiction.

Anyway this has required quite a bit of research and a pair of timelines for historical events and story events that criss-cross. However the story events line is a lot more bendy than the historical one because, I think, of my own stubbornness.

I find it hard to deviate from the historical record and so far, one or two small mistakes aside, I have, to the best of my knowledge, kept the story accurate.

However this adherence to history is kicking my ass at the moment. I’m trying to introduce a historical divergence, which actually will allow me to move away from sticking so sternly to history and go a bit nuts with it. The problem is that at first the divergence would happen when a character makes an announcement on the Johnny Carson show. I looked up Carson’s schedule and, no, his show wasn’t on the night the scene is set.

moleskineh-1_4I did some more research and found that The Dean Martin Show was on that night and that one of his guests was a friend of the character I needed and could bring him on as a surprise guest and so on and so on.  Brilliant.

So I sat down and wrote a great little scene where the main characters are watching Deano and this surprise guest comes on and is about to make a speech to the camera when I thought to myself – “Wait, was The Dean Martin Show live?”


I did some research. Dean Martin was filmed on Sunday and shown on Thursday. That would mean that my character’s announcement, which is a doozy by the way, would have been filmed in front of an audience and then not mentioned to anyone for four days. It’s a big stretch and could be fixed by an angry character demanding why the campaign is four days behind the news which at the moment I am still toying with using.

Fiona was in the kitchen and I saw sat by my desk and she simply heard the quiet groaning sound that heralded me hitting a creative wall. If she was a fifties housewife this would be the moment she appeared with a Scotch and a cigarette to calm my nerves but because, thankfully, she isn’t she simply called out, ‘You alright?’

I explained what had happened and she nodded in sympathy and said, ‘Just pretend it was live.’

And there’s the problem. If I had found out that it was filmed on Sunday and shown on Thursday after I had finished writing the whole scene and was two chapters ahead then I would have left it. I would have seen that the story was more important than the history and slept well that night. But because I’m in the middle of it a part of my brain won’t let me do it.

It’s like my mind won’t let me tell lies. I’m writing a story where a few of the things happened really happened while the rest are false and yet when it comes to this my brain simply will not let me do it.

I think this might require skipping over it and coming back later, something I’m usually dead against but at the moment I think I’ll make an exception.

Right it felt good to get that out of my system.

Break’s over.

Back to work.

Election Helpers?

Have you ever worked on an American election? Do you want to talk about your experiences? Do you want to help a budding writer write his first novel?

If the answers to these questions is yes then please get into my comments section and tell me about your experience volunteering for a campaign. It doesn’t matter who your candidate was I just want to know about the nitty gritty, the cold calling, the door to door knocking.

Any info you can give me would be much obliged.

Here is a picture of a picture of a really nice car as a thank you in advance.IMG_1691

Word Count (12.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

260 (Wedding planning is kicking my ass this week)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘I slept like a baby last night, I woke up this morning with a bottle in my mouth,’

Actually stolen from Dean Martin (and spoken by Deano in the book), but I’m putting it here anyway.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Mr. Praline: It’s not pining, it’s passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It’s a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It’s metabolic processes are now history! He’s off the twig! He’s kicked the bucket, he’s shuffled off the mortal coil, rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!

From Monty Python’s Flying Circus by Monty Python



Word Count (11.03.13)

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‘Yep. One of the typing pool girls was in a state cos of King so I said to her “sweetheart, don’t worry about it, big ol’ Don-don’s here to protect you”’

‘Don-don? Really?’ Said Hal.

‘Really. What can I say? Broads like it.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Sir Walter Raleigh: You’d never dare. Why, ’round the Cape, the rain beats down so hard it makes your head bleed!
Edmund Blackadder: So, some sort of hat is probably in order.

From Blackadder by Richard Curtis and Ben Elton



Word Count (09.03.13) & (10.03.13)

moleskineh-1_4So this weekend I wrote nothing. Not a single word.

For two reasons.

1. On Saturday I was really busy. I woke up, went to the gym, did my Turkish homework, went to my Turkish lesson, went out for dinner with some friends, went to an improv night, went to the improv night after party and then went home and fell asleep. So Saturday was a bust.

2. Sunday was different. For one I was hungover and two I didn’t really do much. My fiancee went into the old city of Istanbul to buy things for our wedding with one of her bridesmaids while I headed to Taksim to buy a comic book (HEART OF ICE by Alan Moore). This meant that I could be found at five to twelve sat outside a comic shop sipping a phenomenal coffee waiting for the shop to open (let no one doubt that I am living the dream). Once it opened I found the book I wanted wasn’t out yet but found something that I had been searching for for awhile. So as I was traipsing around Taksim and up and down the awesome Yeni Çarşı I was listened to my new favourite podcast: Writing Excuses.

On this podcast the three hosts were talking about killing your darlings and one of the hosts mentioned a book he had written where he had introduced a new character three quarters of the way in and that even though the character was the best in the story his editor told him to remove it as it came too late in the book for anyone to care.

Now with my book I am overcoming The Hump and possibly speeding towards the latter part of my book. However my two major plots, the love story and the alternate history divergent point are still a ways away in the distance. To put this into perspective I’m currently writing about April 4th 1968 and my divergent point doesn’t happen until June 5th 1968 and the book’s ending is scheduled for November 1968. Lets just say pacing is not my strong suit (also for first drafts I put in every single idea I have so there’s quite a bit of filler that will get mercilessly trimmed down in the rewrite.)

So listening to the podcast I realised that leaving my twists any longer would make for a boring book that gets interesting too close to the end. So I had a good, long think as I took a good, long walk (best time for thinking I find) and decided how I could move my two twists up in the book. I met Fiona and helped her carry her shopping and then made two cups of tea and laid out my new plans for her.

And also the fact that I might have to change the book’s ending. Now, I wanted certain characters to live but it meant extending the length of the book whereas Fi, ever my voice of reason, offered counterarguments and more tea until I created an ending I was much happier with. The other result of this is that now the book ends at the beginning of June 1968 so in eight weeks (book time) which I think I can get finished in six weeks (real time).

Again, we are in exciting times as endings draw near.

So even though I wrote nothing this weekend I did manage to make huge sweeping changes to the book, so there’s that.

Prince of Cats – A Review

9781401220686_p0_v1_s260x420I am an obsessive person. I find a subject and for a brief period will become enamored and obsessed with it and then sometimes my interest burns out and other times it lingers forever.

Three things that have stayed with me from a young age that I always love are comic books, Shakespeare and hip-hop. I’m mixing high and low culture there but back in the day Shakespeare was written for the people to see (for a penny) and some hip hop transcends poetry so I’m going to skip the big labels.

Now sometimes these genres mix. There are tons of comic adaptations of Shakespeare and Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the 36 Chambers (great album or greatest album – discuss) has all manner of comic references and has that same love of New York vibe as a good issue of Daredevil or Spider-Man.

However all three together is pretty rare.

Enter Prince of Cats.

Prince of Cats is a prequel to Romeo and Juliet told from the point of view of Juliet’s cousin Tybalt, Prince of Cats (according to the dramatis personae at the start of the play). That in itself is pretty interesting but author and artist Ron Wimberly sets this tale of woe in Brooklyn, 1983 and casts black youths in the major parts (except for white Romeo) and then gives each character a samurai sword and then makes all the characters speak in iambic pentameter.

It is incredible.

prince_of_cats03The artwork is amazing, all dark colours and rich navy blues and purples with neon everywhere and blood on the pink side of red. The characters all dress in crazy eighties clothes and carry beepers and watch their names travel up the duel list as the feud between the two families explodes beneath the chakka-chakka-chakka of the overhead trains.

The book follows young Tybalt as he comes home from a prep school and begins a street war with the Montagues hoping to top the duel list. After about three quarters the events of Romeo and Juliet start and the characters begin speaking lines from the play and it is a credit to Wimberly’s writing that his own dialogue and the bard’s dialogue become indistinguishable from each other.

prince-of-catsA fantastic graphic novel for anyone who likes hip hop, Shakespeare, sword fights, New York, sex and violence or just a good story told well.


Word Count (08.03.13)

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76 (awful)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘What does Freud say about that?’

‘He’d probably say a lot if he met my math teacher,’ said Hal

(Wasn’t many lines to work from here)

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Sheriff Truman: Anything we should be working on?

Albert Rosenfield: Yeah. You might practice walking without dragging your knuckles on the floor. Heh heh heh.

Sheriff Truman: Albert! Let’s talk about knuckles. The last time I knocked you down, I felt bad about it, the next time’s gonna be a real pleasure.

Albert Rosenfield: You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a naysayer and hatchet-man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely: revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method… is love. I love you Sheriff Truman.

Dale Cooper: Albert’s path is a strange and difficult one.

From Twin Peaks by David Lynch and Mark Frost



Word Count (07.03.13)

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‘I saved you a beer.’

‘One beer? Out of ten? You’re a gentleman, Hal, and let no one tell you any different.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

The Eleventh Doctor: Bow ties are cool.

From Doctor Who by Stephen Moffat (He’s the most recent showrunner)



Word Count (06.03.13)

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‘Coretta King,’ Kennedy puffed on his cigar and exhaled smoke, which hung in the air next to the name of King’s widow.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

From The Hollow Men by TS Eliot.


Word Count (05.03.13)

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‘Okay, well let’s see if I can lift you up first. Think light thoughts.’

‘Can do,’ said James. Clouds, fairies, linen, flour, flour? bread, bread? What is God’s name is happening? Anvils, weights, cars, trucks, damn it brain! You’re supposed to be on my side.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Tuco[trying to read a note] “See you soon, id…” “id…” “ids…”

Blondie[taking the note] “Idiots”. It’s for you.

From The Good, The Bad and The Ugly by Agenore Incrocci, Furio Scarpelli, Luciano Vincenzoni, and Sergio Leone. (My favourite movie, in case you were wondering)


Word Count (04.03.13)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘He is a good guy. A good guy she might be screwing on a bed you paid for,’ said Hal. He flicked through the bible, stopped at a random page and dropped his finger on a passage, ‘Yea, brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord: refresh my bowels in the Lord.’ He closed the book. ‘I hoped for something more apt to this situation.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound receivèd from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

My True-Love Hath my Heart by Sir Philip Sidney (One of my 3 favourite poems)


What Music Do You Listen To While Writing?


I listen to a variety of podcasts about writing and try to read a lot of articles about writing and talk about writing quite a bit.

And when there’s time I do some writing as well.

Something that’s come up time and again for me is people talking about writing while listening to music.

Which brings me to the question – What music, if any, do you listen to while writing and why?

I’ve heard it said that listening to movie themes is a good one. Apparently the awesome thing with that is that if you are shuffling your music you can be writing a love scene to battle music or a battle scene to love music and it influences your work in ways you may not have considered beforehand.

When writing my 60’s book I try to listen to music from the period to put me in the mood so while I’m writing about my characters being sat in a bar it’s nice to have a bit of Otis Redding or Four Tops playing in the background.

How about you? I know sometimes I can’t have any music playing while I write and I need relative silence though unfortunately that doesn’t drown out my frustrated sobs when a scene won’t work or a character won’t do what they’re bloody well told to.

Get back to me in the comments with your answers and have a look what others have said – maybe you’ll find some inspiration and find that the only way to write World War Two fiction is while listening to Wu Tang Clan or that Vera Lynn makes your book about the War on Terror practically write itself.

Word Count (03.03.13)

Words Written Today: 


Overall Word Count: 

70,072 70

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Why were Russia fighting Finland?’

Hal shrugged, ‘They both wanted the award for coldest fucking place on Earth and the argument got out of hand.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart with me

by e.e. cummings (One of my 3 favourite poems)


Friday Fictioneers: Home Made

home-made_carHe had built a car out of bits and bobs and rocked around town singing at the top of his voice because the radio was broken.

When he stopped, he got out and stood on cardboard shoes looking around.

He wore a suit made out of catalogue pages bearing images of square-jawed men wearing suits made out of fabric.

His glasses were constructed from bent wire and had cling film for lenses.

He walked down the road talking about recycling and clean living and had a smile for everyone he saw even though his false teeth were made from marbles.


Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count (02.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,385 (However I did cheat a bit today because I was writing about the speech that RFK gave after MLK was shot and killed. Originally I was going to just put little sections of the speech in and write around them but after listening to, watching  and reading the speech I felt it all needed to go in with breaks put in for crowd reactions and character stuff. That means that 1,385 words got written but not all of them are Sean Fallon originals)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

He had never seen, and hoped never to see again, so many hearts break all at once.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

You know what I`m
like when I`m sick: I`d sooner
curse than cry. And people don`t often
know what they`re saying in the end.
Or I could die in my sleep.

So I`ll say it now. Here it is.
Don`t pay any attention
if I don`t get it right
when it is for real. Blame that
on terror and pain
or the stuff they`re shooting
into my veins. This is what I wanted to
sign off with. Bend
closer, listen, I love you.

This Is What I Wanted To Sign Off With by Alden Nowlen (one of my favourite 3 poems) 


Word Count (01.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

200 (…Friday)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘You’ve got ten seconds to get out of that door before you do it wearing three shoes; two on your feet and one up your ass.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Homer: I can’t get your song out of my mind. I haven’t felt this way since “Funkytown!” Can I get a copy?

Lurleen[pointing to her head] Sorry, Homer. All my songs are up here: “I’m Basting a Turkey With my Tears,” “Don’t Look Up my Dress Unless You Mean It,” “I’m Sick of Your Lying Lips and False Teeth…”

From The Simpsons by Matt Groening


Word Count (28.02.13)

Words Written Today: 

745 (Nice way to end February)

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Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Why do you think I’m such an asshole?’

‘I did wonder,’ said Hal.

‘And now you know.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Yep, with enough soap, you could blow up the whole world.

From Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk