

Another author's success isn't your failure. And frankly, it's about time we stopped behaving as though it is


If fiction were evidence of criminal intent, half the publishing industry would be serving life sentences.


Ideally, I'd like them to enjoy them enough to finish the book, buy the next one and perhaps tell another human being that it was worth reading. I'm an indie author. I'm not going to pretend sales, ratings and reviews don't matter to me, because they obviously fucking do.


Humour has always been how I deal with things that are uncomfortable, frightening, painful or just spectacularly shit. If something goes wrong, there's a very good chance I'll make a joke about it before I've properly processed what happened. Sometimes approximately three business days before.


Someone thinks dubious consent, serial killers, psychological abuse, gore, toxic relationships or whatever fresh hell they've encountered on BookTok this week. And someone, somewhere, thinks a morally grey man saying mine while leaning against a doorframe counts.


Here, I can write about books, writing, publishing, tropes, research, dark fiction, things that irritate me and the bizarre questions I inevitably encounter while trying to make fictional nonsense vaguely believable.