Ever wonder what lies within a writer's notebooks?

Writers notebooks sit containing scraps of ideas, wild fantastic journeys of the mind, dreams and ideas of stories, not to mention fragments of previous works and 'flash fiction'.

Most keep these scribblings to themselves, dark fantasies and internal discussions that were never meant to see the light of a reader's eyes.

However, why should these rambling note stay hidden? After the death of famous writers such a trove of notes would be pursued by critics and literary nerds. 

Unlikely to achieve the interest of academia amidst the plethora of independent writers I have decided to publish some of the random notes from two years of notebooks.

And, they will shock, disturb, cause concern about my mental health, and cause some to suggest I need some 'professional help'.

But there are some parts of stories that did not 'fit' in previously published works.

And there is some experimental poetry.

The SLF t-shirt I am wearing at present declares "Go On Ya Fuckers", and in that spirit I shall offer my sixth book, in a few short weeks.

It will bear the title 'Fist Can Be A Verb'. 

Make of that what you will.

In the meantime head over to Amazon and check out my latest book of Earl Black and the Daemons of the British Empire for a dose of Victorian gothic horror.