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Or, you know, so I can buy better locks to my cage to continue to get some writing done in the years ahead. I see it now, me writing away with the lights off while the kid hammers at my door screaming for a milkshake and I’m just thinking “what the fuk was I thinking?”
Future good times.
Fuk me, I hope I don’t become uncool once the little fuk arrives.
I’m actually pretty cool, right now.
An idiot, but pretty cool.
I really don’t want to have uncool papa vibes…. but I’m not sure the absent neglectful dad is something I’d really be into either.
I don’t know.
It’s something to ponder.
Anyway, as though some sudden urge to write fast and release better books has taken me, I’ve cancelled any holiday and am now busy getting the notes ready for Crimson Hunters book 3.
But that’s not to say I haven’t been busy the last two months.
In fact, I wrote a little ditty of a secret thing, and that will be releasing very, very soon.
Full reveal very soon.
They’ve even said this secret project might release before Crimson Hunters The Gathering of Fools, (preorder today) releases.
Whatever could it be???????
You have no chance of knowing.
I didn’t know I was doing it until I suddenly started it and swiftly finished it.
Look at me suddenly hitting deadlines because I’ve a new mouth to feed, and I absolutely am not freaking out whatsoever.
Absolutely not.
Nope.
Definitely.
Ooh, ooh, a nice life update (apart from the responsibility crushing reveal from earlier,) but remember I moved house a while back and we moved to the sticks miles from anywhere else. Well, we love it here in Wexford, but it can be a little jarring, just up and leaving everything you’ve ever known, just to come hang out with cows and combine harvesters, and blissful silence (apart from rabid badgers, of course.)
Well, turns out, one of my oldest friends has moved twelve minutes up the road.
So obviously…. I have to move again.
Seriously though, this dude is great. We became friends years ago, when he’d come into my Blockbuster store as a little metal head 16 year old and me, a 19 year old grunger and we’d smoke cigarettes debating music, girls, alcohol and obviously Tarantino movies.
Years later, I used to hang out with him when he was a nightwatchman and we’d smoke cigarettes, debating girls, alcohol, games and sometimes books, but always Tarantino movies.
Those were the epic debates.
He managed to get me back into reading after I’d fallen out of love with it. He introduced me to quite the interesting fantasy novels (I’d been a massive horror fan before then). Long story short, I fell back in love with reading in those conversations, and when music fell out of love with me a few years later, books were waiting for me, and we all know the rest.
I seem to fall in and out of love rather easily, it seems. Might just mention that to the wife. She’s feeling really great about herself every time she looks in the mirror. I personally think she looks great.
Here’s one on that matter.
A little known fact, but when any men see another man walking his pregnant lady along the street, they immediately give the “did you hit that?” face, as they pass.
The father to be in question usually replies with a “Yes I fuken did… and it was hot,” type of nod to which passerby guy immediately returns with the “nice,” nod of approval.
It’s true.
Ask your man.
It happens every single time.
Anyway, it’s freaking awesome about my friend and his partner living so near. I have the dream house, and now I’ve got a best mate up the road to where I can escape to when life becomes too much.
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I realise this update means fuk all to any of you...
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You might be right.
But in my defense, I did finish my super-secret project last night and I’m as hungover as fuk.
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Anyway Luke, if you are reading, looking forward to poker night.
Right, I’m off to enjoy my silence for as long as I can.
Look after yourselves and each other.
Cheers
the ROB
Aka Zim Zam.
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