I sent my sleaze story to Peter Mark May today - it’s called
“The Glamour Girl Murders” and is set in London at the tail end of the 1976
heatwave. There’s sex, violence, foot
fetishism and something in the upstairs room and I’m really chuffed with
it. I’ve also read the Stephen Volk and
Johnny Mains contributions and I think our “Anatomy Of Death” anthology could
be very good indeed.
This marks the end of my short story writing commitments for
the time being (unless someone else wants to ask, of course) and it’s time to
look ahead at different things. I’m
keen to explore novellas still (I have two coming out, both from Pendragon
Press - “Drive” this year and “The Lost Film” next year) and Pete, via Hersham
Horror Books, has asked me to write one (to be published next year) for him.
I have an idea (a long gestating project some of you
might remember, called “The Day It Rained”) which I’m going to pitch, but I’m
thinking of something contemporary and dark and sexual for Hersham Horror. I don’t have much in mind, but this is the
part of a project I love, where everything is open and nothing is set and the
sky, quite literally, is the limit.