There goes April. Another year older. I’m now 3#. Yes. 3#. 2 years away from 4#. Cue existential possible mid-life crisis… Well, it’s not that bad, but I have been pretty fed up. Now, before you get all sympathetic for me, I don’t have much to complain about really. Relationship is good, the furry kids (cats) are well, I have managed to keep my job for another year, despite the local authority cuts getting very close to home (I think I felt the displaced air of the axe on that one), and sales have been pretty consistent. So, what have I got to feel fed up about?
It’s been a good month. Me and my civilly partnered boyfriend upgraded to a marriage. Wedding 2.0. We kept it to just me and him signing a form then grabbing a pretentious burger and milk shake. Much easier than our civil partnership. That was a great day with friends and family but felt pretty full on, this was much more our laid back uninclusive lifestyle. I didn’t really appreciate how good it would feel to be married instead of civilly partnered. No more of ‘are you married?’, ‘Yes, to my man, Rob’, ‘oh, you mean you’ve had a civil partnership’, interactions with me thinking ‘yes, I love my man so much that I’ve commited to spending my life faithfully with him just like a man and woman might–you passive aggressive bigot.’ Equality is certainly something to cherish.
Living my life with my man, a little life with friends and family that know and accept my want to live honestly and freely I can often forget the fear and non-acceptance and criticism I’ve had in the past, or that any of the above is an issue I should think about. I’ve always consciously included gay characters, or at least gay mentions, in my writing as I want more representation in the genres I enjoy–I didn’t have them in my formative years. However, this month I’ve been wondering if gay might be the way for my writing as well…
Colin Jobson smiled in an act of humour he didn’t feel as he watched Solly leave. He was keen to get back to the recordings and there was trepidation too—Willis’ story was creepy. He waited for the door to close behind Solly, then glanced around the gloomy office, lit by a dozen desk lights. He was alone. Hunching over his desk, he popped the earbuds back in his ears, closed his eyes against the room, and pressed play. Willis’s voice filtered into his consciousness.
‘…Is the door to the room you’re in now closed? It doesn’t matter; if it isn’t closed now, it will be at some time, or there will be another closed door somewhere near you… Sit there and listen… Go on, take a moment and listen… Hear anything?
‘Imagine that if you hear a noise—it could be something moving behind the door, ready to rap at the door or try the handle… If you try and reassure yourself that it’s the wind, your pet, or the house settling, remember it could be those things… Equally, it could be something else. If you don’t hear a noise, then it could be that some-thing is lurking on the other side… Waiting.
‘That’s what it’s like for me… Now go and open the door without any trepidation… I dare you…’
My horror title ‘The Room’ will be re-released next Friday (Friday the 13th–what could possibly go wrong?) on Amazon Kindle.
But, what is it about I hear you cry?
After an assault at work, Tom Willis is left with Post Traumatic Stress-Disorder: noises and closed doors arouse debilitating bouts of irrational dread as to what might lie behind them. He is at risk of losing his job and his girlfriend, but when those closest to him start to share his terror of something lurking behind closed doors, he realises it is not only his sanity at risk, but his life and the lives of those around him. To unlock the secret of his fear Tom must revisit a childhood he has done his best to distance himself from. A time when he was an orphan living in a children’s home. In his hometown, with his childhood best friend, and in the basement of their ruined home, he will face a battered and scarred door. To challenge the room that is haunting him, he must confront the past, and ignore the persistent warning in his mind—“Don’t open the door…”
It’s a novel at approx 460 pages–so that’s a lot of words for 0.99p / 0.99c. Yes. It’s a frighteningly good bargain. You could buy that now! Why don’t you? Don’t be scared. It won’t bite–although what’s behind that door will…