Exciting writing…it’s the Holy Grail for so many people. Publishers have to say “no” far more often than they say “yes.” Is that because they just can’t say “yes” to everybody, they have to be selective? Or is it slim pickings? Is it just me, or does a lot of writing recently just seem…tired? Or in a lot of cases like the writer is trying so hard to please you that it’s distracting. It’s hard to get lost in a story when you’re distracted. But seriously, don’t you hate when you can smell the desperation off the pages? (more…)
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Ladies and gentlemen and highly intelligent pets, we bring you The Vorrh on an electronic platter. You can now go down to the electronic high street, at the only store in town, and buy a simmering e-copy. Now we know smoking’s expensive – that’s why we’ve priced The Vorrh Kindle at roughly the same price as twenty glorious deathsticks. You see, this New Year, we’d like to help you get over your addiction by replacing it with a new one. We do all we can to help.
WARNING: The Vorrh DOES NOT kill or make you impotent. You may, however, experience a serious kick from its imaginative splendour.
We’re pleased to announce we’re open again for submissions. (more…)
Ladies and gentlemen, we bring you Paul Kavanagh’s latest masterpiece right here for free. Complete with Paul’s emails. Enjoy. (more…)
For far too long people have stood on the sidelines, watching as culture turned to steam. It is entirely acceptable for great work to go unnoticed. It is acceptable because people who are supposed to be doing a job don’t care, are too lazy to even respond to an email. Let’s take one industry: publishing. Writers can’t be arsed to write well, publishers can’t be arsed to support new talent or spend money on talent, journalists can’t be arsed to support new presses by writing features or reviews and writers understand that only backed work sells, only when your best mate is head editor, or when you’re in the right club, so they can’t be arsed to write etc. People are too tired and depressed to do anything because they’ve learnt how the world works, or stumbles along drunk and hazy. The answer is: leave it, forget it, turn your back and embrace anything that pays the bills, that brings in the hits and guarantees mass market participation. (more…)
And it’s Christmas. So you sit around a tree, and there are not enough chairs for everyone. Someone gets uncomfortable on a floor, or an occasional stool. Everyone is seated at a different height, not quite fitting in a photo. You stretch your arms as far as they will go…SMILE…nobody smiles. Except you. Granny twiddles her thumbs and stares at her skirt, mother runs to the kitchen, because, FUCK, something is burning. Dad mumbles about gadgetry-it was different when you could shake it like a Polaroid picture. Everyone wishes for a different type of potato. Mashed or creamed or roasted or all of them. Never enough. Brothers and sisters and neighbours and friends wait. They wait for the presents. You had to buy presents, even if you didn’t want to. Everyone wants a present.
Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the Pitt Rivers Museum, to this, the book launch of ‘The Vorrh’ by B. Catling. We thank you for being with us tonight, and we thank the Pitt Rivers Museum for hosting us this evening, in a venue that wouldn’t look out of place within the pages of the book itself. (more…)