Monthly Archives: August 2012

She Mostly Cries At Night…Mostly

I am very pleased to introduce author Lee Mather on my blog today. I have never met Lee personally, but had the pleasure of being introduced to him by Nerine Dorman, the editor of the Bloody Parchment: Hidden Things, Lost Things and other stories anthology.

Bloody Parchment is the literary component to the annual SOUTH AFRICAN HORRORFEST.  Visit the links and for more information and news on their 2012 call for submissions.

“Fading Light” featuring Lee’s story, “Wrath”, will be available in September 2012 by Angelic Knight Press.

“First Kiss, Last Breath” will be available in October 2012 by Lyrical Press.

Lots of good thoughts here – visit his website at to get to know him better!


She Mostly Cries At Night…Mostly


Youth is wasted on the young, is the saying.

I start to write this blog and I’ve been interrupted twice already. Firstly, I’ve rocked my ten week old daughter back to sleep, and secondly, I’ve answered a telephone call from my mother. These days, my time, it seems, is at a premium.

This is coupled with the fact that I’m pretty tired. My daughter is sleeping more, but not sleeping through. The tiredness feels ingrained in me at the moment.

I’ve wondered, recently, why I left it so late, well into my late twenties, before I tried to write and sell my stories. The younger me never had the same challenges around time. I had the opportunity and the energy to do whatever I wanted back then.

I read from an early age. I remember getting hooked on the adventure books of Willard Price and a whole host of Enid Blyton stories. I wanted to unravel a mystery in the jungle or to be the sixth member of the Famous Five, and I remember staring out of my bedroom window, watching the Manchester rain, and seeing myself in some far flung place, unravelling some far fetched mystery.

Writing came a little later, in my teens. I was reading Tolkien and Terry Brooks by then, Stephen King and James Herbert. I think adolescence was the perfect age to discover Fantasy and Horror. In growing up, I began to realise that maybe life wasn’t so easy. Maybe this is why darker stories resonated with me, because of how they worked in tandem with my own anxieties.

We got to write stories at school, in English lessons. I remember writing an alternate ending to “Lord Of The Flies” and a hybrid of fantasy and horror, “Blue Fire”, about New York cops that came across a magic stone from another dimension. I remember these stories being awesome, but I think time has helped this memory.

It started then, the notion that I could write someday for a living. People did it. Why not me?

I took English Literature at college as an A Level. Business Studies was a subject that came easily so I studied this too. And then I began to chase my dreams.  Well, not quite.

Around this age I discovered I could get served alcohol in pubs. The world changed. If I wasn’t chasing down pints I was chasing after girls – unsuccessfully most of the time, I might add, which is surprising as I had all the wit and charm of a normal seventeen year old boy.

Back then, none of my friends read that much, unless the reading material belonged to a syllabus. Reading and writing became an occasional discussion over a beer.

I’d like to write a book one day. I think I could.”

The dream of becoming a writer became less important to me as the subsequent years flew by. I aced Business Studies and I chose a degree in it. I was a fully pledged member of the real world. I would need a job some day, some marketable skills, so English got shelved. I thrived at university, but not academically.

I would write a book some day. But not any day soon. Maybe when I was older.

I graduated, got a job, met a girl. I rented my own place, had money in my pocket. Life was pretty good.

This carried on well into my twenties. I wasn’t challenging myself, but I was happy to let things drift on by. Life had a dream-like quality.

Then my dad got cancer.

It would be okay, I told myself. He was my dad. Bad things didn’t really happen to my family.

When he died, at forty five, one of the things that resulted during and after a long period of grieving was that I started to look at myself. One thing was certain, forty five was no age to die.

I could keep coasting, but if I did would I have regrets? I had a few skills up my sleeve but had I ever put them to real use?

Suddenly, growing up was hard once again.

And then it happened. I found my focus. I didn’t want to coast anymore. I wanted to challenge myself and I began to think more and more of the younger me and the notion of writing a book. In the most traumatic period of my life I had learned that fate had its own plans. It would certainly not wait for me.

So I wrote. And it was not good.

So I wrote some more and it was better. So I submitted it. And it got rejected.

So I learned more about writing.

I wrote shorter stories and enhanced my writing technique.  I improved. “The Green Man” was published in December 2010. I became aware that there were thousands of writers out there, most capable, most with something to offer. If my voice was to be heard then I’d have to work harder than the next person, do everything I could to make myself better. I’m still trying.

Feedback for “The Green Man” was super, more positive than I could have expected. But I’d set myself higher standards. I had no other work to offer that I was happy with. This meant I had to go back to the drawing board and write some more.

I got married one year later. My daughter was born a year after that. Life, as ever, was moving fast.

And that brings us up to date.

My time is more precious than ever. My life is full of challenges. But I love it.

So, do I think youth is wasted on the young? Not at all. The younger me was a dreamer, and that’s how this all started. But back then I didn’t have much in my locker, certainly not enough to write with any credibility.

Life experience has helped me find a voice. In my thirties, I know more about pain and joy than I ever did in my early twenties. Growing up has also helped me find the focus to lock myself away and actually write.

And the writing itself? I’m progressing. I have three stories featuring in anthologies this year and one standalone novella. I’ve also gained entry into The Horror Writer’s Association.

“Fans of Stephen King are going to love this,” says author Karina Fabian of my forthcoming novella, “First Kiss, Last Breath”.

This made me smile. It reminded me of the teenager watching the rain from his bedroom window, a crumpled copy of “IT” on his bedside table.


Find out more about Lee and his writing at

Or follow Lee on Twitter

Bloody Parchment“, featuring Lee’s story, “Masks”, is available now from Amazon.

Fading Light“, featuring Lee’s story, “Wrath”, is available from September 1st from Angelic Knight Press.

First Kiss, Last Breath” is available from October 8th from Lyrical Press.

Second Edition this n’ that n’ brick n’ brack

It’s here, and it’s gorgeous.

Dark Continents Publishing has released Let It Bleed in a second edition format, available in both e-book and softcover format.

Please take a moment and take a chance on my controversial little novel – it is dark, engaging, full of big words and big ideas.  Dark Continents has had Let It Bleed on the KDP Select program for the first three months of its life, but as of September 2012 it will be transitioning over to other purchasing sites such as Barnes and Noble.

Want to know how to help a struggling author (like myself) get their novel into local bookstores? Don’t use Amazon. Go to your nearest independent book publisher and do a special order request that they order Let It Bleed for you. Either use the title, my name, or the ISBN #978-0983160304

Alternatively, if you want to really step up and help make a difference, go to the Amazon site and leave a review of Let It Bleed. If you’ve never left a review before, don’t be intimidated — it is really easy. Just use your regular login information, and then go to the book page on Amazon and do the following three things:

1) “LIKE” at the top of the page

2) Scroll down towards the bottom of the page and check that you are in agreement with the “tags”. If you can think of a great tag that is not currently represented, please feel free to add.

3) In the center of the page, there is the ability to “write a review”. There appears to be no maximum to the number of words one can utilize to either like or not like a novel (OH! But I hope you like mine!), but the minimum number of words is 25. Even saying a quick “this was my favorite part” is helpful and greatly appreciated.

Every single author I know would love this treatment, not just me.

Get out there – shop and comment. Especially if you’ve been the recipient of a free copy. Do the author a favor and pay it forward!

Horror undead and well … even in South Africa

I am very please to have Nerine Dorman guest blog today. In case you haven’t guessed from the title of this post, Nerine heralds from Cape Town, South Africa. I met her approximately 18 months ago when I stumbled onto her  This is my world blog , and we bonded over all things dark and mysterious. Check out her novel Inkarna, the novella Blood and Fire that is co-written with the equally talented Carrie Clevenger, and Bloody Parchment: Hidden Things, Lost Things, and Other Stories.

Horror undead and well … even in South Africa

By Nerine Dorman


There’s nothing like a good thrill to remind you that you’re still alive, and horror is undead and well all over the world; even in South Africa.


Bloody Parchment came about two years ago in answer of a need for a dedicated dark fantasy/horror event in South Africa, but with a global reach, and grew as a supplement to the annual South African HorrorFest. While folks elsewhere might be spoilt for choice with a range of events and conventions, we here in South Africa really hadn’t had much happening until then.


Bloody Parchment can be divided into two parts, the actual event, which has, for the past two years taken place at the Book Lounge in the week leading up to Halloween, at the start of the SA HorrorFest, and a short story competition/anthology. This year we were proud to announce that eKhaya, the digital imprint of Random House Struik came on board to release the second anthology under the guidance of Louis Greenberg.


But more on this year’s short story competition and anthology. People often ask me whether the competition is open to non-South Africans and I’m happy to say yes. It doesn’t matter if you live in Timbuktu or the outer reaches of Mongolia. If you’ve got a knack for the written word, and access to an internet connection, you can enter. And the deadline for submissions is easy to remember: October 31. I thought the date was apt. [smiles]


This year’s title story, Hidden Things, Lost Things, was written by Brett R Bruton, who delivers a very creepy, surreal dip into an oozing Lovecraftian horror, but there’s a little something for everyone, from some of the fresh, upcoming talent in contemporary dark fantasy/horror fiction. The anthology offers quite a bit of variety, and I thoroughly enjoyed putting it together.


What am I looking for in this year’s competition? Definitely more of the same: quality, literary dark fantasy/horror gems that will stain my thoughts (yes, I’m looking at you, Brett, Toby and Benjamin, you dear little darklings). While I don’t mind seeing vampires and werewolves, I really do hope writers will do something a little different with these tropes. I am not looking for Twilight fanfiction with the serial numbers filed off.


So, how does the competition work? After I read the slush pile (yes, pity my poor eyeballs) I make a selection of stories that a) well written and b) actually *tell* a story. The more unsettling and strange, the better. And if you can manage the outright frightening, hellyeah!


I do not want to see rambling conspiracy theories, mindless torture porn or moralistic parables. Neither must the manuscript look like it was dashed off on a smartphone on a whim (if you use ampersands instead of the humble “and”, I will cry. You don’t want to make me cry. Or bash my head against my desk.). Believe you me, I’ve been reading slush long enough to have seen the aforementioned again, and again, and again. Ditto for derivative works based on the latest horror film. (And there’s a reason why I hate Saw and The Hostel with a burning passion. Just. Don’t. Go. There.) Random acts of mutilation do not equal horror. If the finger or eye violence actually adds meaning to strong narrative, that’s another matter entirely. But there *must* be a plot.


Once I’ve separated the “Dear nine hells no” from the “Mmm, yeah, this might work” and found a few I think are “Oh my Dog this is HOT”, I mail the stories to my panel of judges, who are all industry professionals (authors and editors). They are the ones who rate the stories, and after that, it’s simply a case of tallying up the numbers and announcing the winner and finalists, who will be included in the following year’s anthology.


This is a lot of work, but it’s also a lot of fun, which is why I’m all gung ho for this year’s competition, and the first promising entries are already lurking in my inbox. Authors who make the final cut also get detailed edits, as part of why I started this competition was to help develop promising new voices.


So, if you reckon you’ve got what it takes, go take a look at our submission guidelines, and better yet, perhaps purchase and take a look at this year’s anthology, then allow your imagination to go wild.


Purchase Bloody Parchment on Amazon here 

For more information about The Bloody Parchment, visit the blog here 

Visit South African HorrorFest website here


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