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Friday 14 October 2016


Just a very quick post today to announce that August Bowditch is currently on a 99c/99p countdown deal for a few days so if you feel like grabbing a copy, now's the time to do it, from

or from

or search for August Bowditch on your local Amazon site

Saturday 1 October 2016

31 Days of Zombies

So here we are, October is upon us and with a few of my fellow authors we thought a month of Zombie fun would be in order pre-Halloween and of course perfect timing with the return of The Walking Dead to our screens soon.
I like something different when it comes to Zombie books. I mean how many ex-special forces superheroes would actually survive unscathed? I look for something unusual and thought this looked like fun.
The Zee Brothers : Curse of the Zombie Omelet

Orgasms, Chocolate & Zombies? Just an average day for Jonah, Judas & JJ. The Zee Brother’s is a fast fun read filled with zombie killing action, a hot girl with a big gun and a magical dog that will keep you turning the pages to find out what happens next!

Available in

Print $9.99

Audio $6.95

& Kindle (Illustrated $2.99)

Kindle (Non-Illustrated $.99)

I mean what is there not to like?

Download it and have fun :)
Happy October

Saturday 17 September 2016

A note about me.

I was born in Leicester many years ago now, long before the advent of blogs, e-books, e-mails, Facebook, Twitter and Smartphones, not to mention computers in all shapes and sizes.
Most of my childhood was taken up by playing football in the winter months (small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts, isn't it). The Fast Show fans will get that reference.

In the summer it was football too or on the odd occasion that the sun came out it was cricket, maybe twenty a side with each batsman facing an eight ball over from one of the other team. Often the ball was a tennis ball but sometimes we used what we called a 'compo' ball which was bone hard and as likely to smash your teeth as go for a boundary if you caught a top edge.

How we got by without all the gadgets and distractions kids have today is a discussion I have had often with my teenagers and frankly I think that they think we sixties and seventies kids were badly abused by not being able to keep in constant banal contact with our 700 odd "friends". Trying to explain actually going outside and talking face to face with the fifteen or twenty other similar aged kids from the neighbourhood without causing mayhem for everybody else (we called it playing), is like trying to describe talking to aliens.Their loss as far as I can tell.

Anyway secondary school is when I discovered those two huge distractions that interfere with the later stages of school life, you know the important bits where exams are at stake.
Beer and Cigarettes.
Girls? Nah not until I was a bit older when you know A Levels were at stake as well as possible University places.
Why the education system is designed so that the most important times, ie exams, coincide with the advent of puberty and sex drive and the ability to pass for eighteen to get into pubs and clubs (no ID needed in those days), is completely beyond me.

Tuesday 13 September 2016

August Bowditch and the Zombie Apocalypse - The Beginning

I thought I would post the opening of the book just to give a taste of what is to follow:-

My Life Story So Far.

I, August Arthur Bowditch, was little more than four days old. Four days, eight hours and twenty-seven minutes to be precise, when the first major tragedy of my life struck. I can’t remember too much about it, well nothing to be precise but I can imagine the conversation.
To be precise is, to be precise, my absolutely, number one, numero uno, ultimate, without a doubt, kickass, favourite phrase.
Reciting lists of words is, to be precise, my absolutely, number one, numero uno, ultimate, without a doubt, kickass, favourite occupation.
I thought I would just drop that in before I continue the story so that you know why I keep doing the listing thing and saying “To be precise.” It’s just my thing. It’s what I do. I can’t help it. You will see why later but for now, it’s enough that you know.
Back to the conversation. This is my version. It might be accurate, it might not but the gist of it is sure to have gone something like this.

Registrar: Good morning Mr Bowditch.
My Dad: Good morning.
Registrar: What can I do for you?
My Dad: I’m here to register the birth of my son... Please.
Registrar: Very well let me get my register and we can fill in the details. OK, your son’s date of birth?
My Dad: 8th of June 1992. (That’s right I am twenty-four years old just in case you’re like me and maths is not your strong point. Join the club.)
Registrar: Thank you, and now the Mother’s full name?
My Dad: My mother’s name?
Registrar: No, no. The name of the child’s mother.
My Dad: Evelyn Barcelona Bowditch.
Registrar: Thank you. That’s an unusual name.
My Dad: Bowditch? No it’s fairly common around here.
Registrar: No, no, sorry I meant Barcelona. It’s an unusual name. Is it a family name?”
My Dad: No her parents named her after the place she was conceived. My parents did the same thing with me too.
Registrar: Your son’s name?
My Dad: August…Arthur…Bowditch.
Registrar: August? But it’s only June.
My Dad: Premature (sad face).
Registrar: I’m sorry, I hope he’s OK. Finally, I just need your name and some identification. Your driver’s licence, thank you. So your full name?
My Dad: Martin…Grimsby…Bowditch.

Therefore, that you see was the  first tragedy.
I had two crazy sets of Grandparents one set of whom thought that Grimsby was a suitable place for a romantic assignation and whose crazy gene for giving their equally crazy kids embarrassing names has obviously passed through to my parents. I mean, why else would they have named my sisters April and May, especially when they were born in September and February. At least my name was close. But, Arthur as well for me? They really didn’t give me a chance.

Now, back to the “to be precise” and list recital thing.
To understand why I do that I need to give you a quick, brief, swift, speedy history of my life so far. I’ll make it quick because I know you are itching to get to the all-action part of the story but bear with me.
I was always small as a kid. To be precise I was the smallest boy in my class and smaller than most of the girls for that matter. Girls scare me. That’s what I put it down to. Being five years old and having fifteen huge girls looking down at you does that to a small boy.
I managed to work my way through school, staying quiet, timid, and silent at the back of the class. In fact most of the time I just hid behind my desk.
I got through sixth form by the skin of my teeth but with good enough grades to go to college, the big one on the edge of town.
When I got there I was the smallest person in my class at five feet and five inches tall.
Girls included.
Full stop.
Every girl had at least an inch or two on me and the boys all towered over me. The teacher, sorry lecturer, even asked if I had come through some programme for fast track learning for child geniuses.
I laughed and said no and it didn’t take long for the lecturer to understand why that was such an unlikely scenario.
I was no child genius.
The first six months of college life passed by without any huge incidents, most of the time spent with Jilly who befriended me on day one, and stuck by me through thick and thin to this day. I took all of the ribbing from the rest of the class with my usual calm demeanour but there was one boy there, Rick Stanhope was his name, and he decided to make my life hell.
There isn’t really time to go through all of the things he did now but when he tried to tie me to the railings outside of the college one evening something happened. For want of a better phrase, the red mist descended.
He went for me and I kicked him in the bollocks.
He wasn’t expecting it and went down like a felled tree. I even, and I still don’t know why, shouted “Timberrr,” as he fell. The grin on my face was massive but when I looked around at the crowd of students who had gathered, none of them seemed to be sharing the joy.
I had no idea where either the kick or the shout came from but he was down, eating dirt, out for the count.
Then he got up.
So I ran.
I had a bit of a head start on him, which was handy because his legs covered twice the ground mine did, even when I ran at full speed. His aching nuts must have been holding him back.
I could hear him getting closer. His breath was coming fast and hard and so was mine.
When I looked over my shoulder he had has hand out grabbing for me and his eyes had a rage in them I had never seen in a person before.
I kept running as fast as I could. I could hear him pounding hard on the pavement behind me so when I thought he was getting too close I dodged right, straight between two parked cars and carried on running.
At least I would have carried on if a car hadn’t hit me.
My memory, even after all this time, about the actual accident is non-existent but according to the ambulance people who spoke to my dad at the time, they thought I was dead.
I had, apparently, starred the windscreen with my head, been thrown up into the air and landed, fifty feet down the road on my back with my legs bent right up behind me. The poor driver had no chance of missing me.
The head injury was the most serious and resulted in brain damage, which means I have limited capacity for speech. I can hear perfectly well. I can feed myself but I struggle to chew and when I try to speak, it sounds to me like I still have my mouth full. Part of the brain damage causes me to repeat stuff, to be precise for instance and also to recite the lists of words. Often in fours and all somehow related. A bit like a thesaurus but not as easy to understand.
I know what I’m saying when I speak. Those closest to me pretty much get what I’m saying but those who don’t know me look at me like I’m an idiot when I speak to them. I know I’m not the brightest bulb but I’m not stupid.
Very recently, I had my first epileptic seizure. From what I’m told by my doctor, epilepsy is a fairly common after effect of a brain injury like mine although I hadn’t had any sign of it for the last five years until this Saturday. It scared my parents to death. For my part, it was, overall, not the worst experience I ever had.
The injury to my spine severed my spinal cord so I am paralysed from the hips down. There’s a whole code thing to describe which vertebrae and what happened but why would you be interested in that? All of that medical terminology does my head in. I think we should just stick with I’m paralysed and can’t walk.
That really hurt when they told me and no pain relief works on that one.
It still hurts today. Inside.
I’m also in constant physical pain from my back and my legs even though I can’t feel them but the pain of not being able to walk hurts the most. I admit that I cried when they told me and for weeks, I, according to my psychological evaluation, grieved for what I had lost.
Now I live each day watching people through my bedroom window that, when I go outside, look at me as if I was something on their shoe that they can’t wipe off.
Do you know what the best thing is though? When I had my first fit, something amazing happened and it is something I haven’t told anyone else about yet so keep it under your hat and whatever you do don’t tell my parents. They look after me and I wouldn’t want to worry them unnecessarily.
I’m not even sure I should tell you now but if you are reading this you are going to find out anyway.
When I had the fit, and this might sound weird, odd, peculiar, strange, but here goes anyway.
To be precise, I killed Zombies. I became August Bowditch, Zombie Slayer. I’ve made it sound a bit more glamorous than it actually was but I think, in the circumstances, you will understand why.
Whether I actually travel through time and space to an actual Zombie Apocalypse or it’s just something going on in my damaged brain I don’t know and I don’t care because when I was fitting, I had the time of my life. Admittedly, I felt terrible for a few hours after the seizure but it was completely worth it.
 I can’t explain what happened and I don’t want to explain it. If I could explain it, someone would find a way of stopping it and I don’t want it to stop. Not yet at least.

There, I’ve said it. You might not believe me but I know it is true and I’m going to share my adventure with you now and you know what? I think you will love it.

See it here for US readers and here for UK readers

Monday 12 September 2016

I am very pleased to announce that the first book in my new series is available for download through Amazon.

August Bowditch and the Zombie Apocalypse

Imagine how difficult it must be for a paraplegic, brain damaged, mildly epileptic, twenty four year old man whose crazy parents lumbered him with the name August, to battle his way through life. 
Now imagine that he is trying to survive a Zombie Apocalypse.
However, he is no ordinary paraplegic, brain damaged, mildly epileptic, twenty four year old because when he has a seizure, his whole world changes. 
He doesn’t know if he is transported across time and space to an alternative reality Zombie Apocalypse or if it’s all just a product of his damaged brain and he really doesn’t care. 
What he does know is that when he is having a seizure, he is also having the time of his life in the Zombie world and that he needs to find Jilly, the one girl who befriended him on his first day in college in his real life and who has been his platonic friend for five years. When he finds her in his alternate reality she wants him, wants him bad. 
Throw in some companions in the battle against the undead horde. 
A seven foot tall, claymore wielding, bagpipe blowing Scot with phobias. 
A Geordie with a worrying knife obsession. 
A petite American woman with a gag reflex, who is mad as a cornered rattlesnake at being stuck in the UK and desperate to find her husband. 
Welcome to the world of August Bowditch. 

For the benefit of non-UK readers a Geordie is a native of the city of Newcastle Upon Tyne and it’s immediate surroundings in the North East corner of England. 

I'm hoping that this is the first of many in the August Bowditch universe and there are a lot of possibilities for future stories.

See it here for US readers and here for UK readers

Free to download through Kindle Unlimited

Here's the cover and look out for short stories and flash fiction on the August Bowditch Night Terrors page of this blog which are completely free to read on site.
August Bowditch and the Zombie Apocalypse

Monday 2 May 2016

New look, new volume.

So. After months of patient tapping away at the keyboard, the final part of my first serial is finished. By which I mean it's been written. It is currently going through my standard editorial process now which is obviously just a part of the writing process. 
As a whole process it goes something like this:-

Plan The whole book out chapter by chapter. One short paragraph per chapter.
Write a chapter
Edit that chapter
Repeat, seemingly endlessly.
Finish Writing the Book
1st Read Through adding description, text tags and nuance where it is needed for clarification.
2nd Read Through looking for word repetition/overuse. I run each chapter through (no attachment here, just a useful site) Then search on the document for repeats and replace repeats where it's necessary to replace repeats.:-)
3rd Read Through check timelines and character names are consistent.
4th Read Through Looking for odd typos or punctuation I might have missed although I do try to write as clean as possible in that respect.
5th Read through just to make myself thoroughly fed up with the whole exercise.
Email copy to partner. Wait a week to see if she reads it then to be told she hasn't got time what with Jeremy Kyle and having her nails done.
Ask the kids if they want a read. Usually met with two teenage grunts and a "Whatever"
Consider using a pro editor/proofreader then realising I have £23.78 in the bank to last until July so give that up as a bad idea.
Consider using a writer's group but realising that might involve having to interact socially with other people, give that up as a bad idea too.
Hear back from two people I trust implicitly to be really nice to me to say the book is great, fine, OK, well....
Ignore almost everything they say.

The whole process has been a huge learning experience and I think I have learnt a lot in the time the books have been out.

To celebrate the imminent release of Book Five I have had all new covers designed. They look like this

The cover for Book Five looks like this

 I am looking forward now, both to the release and to the next project. more about that to follow soon.

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Next update will be release day.