Back Again

I haven’t substantially written any fiction since September 2025, as I’ve been focusing more on philosophy. I documented much of this on my Substack. Interestingly or otherwise, ChatGPT Work was running in the background, and it prompted a reminder that formed a question: Would you like help organising an approach to finish Needle’s Edge? – something I hadn’t touched since 22 September last year. I ignored it for a few days, thinking that I may have inadvertently done something. And then I clicked it.

In essence, it read: I can help you to create an action plan and manage your schedule – things like this. I’ve been considering reengaging with this book for the entire time, but I wanted to publish some philosophical material, and can’t really do both because each requires its own headspace. And then one project became another, each feeling more important than fiction. It still feels this way, but I’ve got a half dozen fiction books in process and at least as many unfinished philosophical manuscripts. Such is the life of a writer. In fact, such is life – c’est la vie.

I’ll leave this here, but I expect to not only share my writing process, but to articulate the backstory for this particular novel – half a decade in the works.

NB: I asked Gemini to generate the cover image based on a recent photo of me cast as an author writing a manuscript with pen and paper. This is the result. I’m not sure why it’s given me a sports coat, as I was wearing a tracksuit at the time, per usual. Whatevs. Otherwise, it’s pretty me-ish.

Former Presents – Preamble

1–2 minutes

Two days, and you’ve only managed this? 154 words? Are you serious?


A seat. A button at knee height. An old man in a wooden box. Cedar and something like warmth.

Fist against his chest. Pressing hard.

His breath hitches. Shoulders forward. The hand slips and claws. Comes back to his chest. He looks at the button. The look of a man who has forgotten what a thing is for.

Reaches for it. Stops.

He turns. The box creaks. Fingers on the latch. Misses it. Finds it. The seal breaks and the door swings out. Cooler air rushes across his face.

He doesn’t move.

Half turned. Arm outstretched. The button. The door. A correction only he understood.

The workshop beyond. Bench and lamp. Tools on their hooks. The quiet order of a room that had always been his. It would outlast him now by hours. Temperature settings on the outer panel. An LED timer gone dark.

A man in a box in a basement.

A father.

Indeed, I am.

My last two days were occupied outlining and annotating a short story or novellette, depending on how many words I muster. At this rate, short story is the easy bet. This is the opening scene.

This is somewhat experimental literary speculative fiction, but I am not a fan of genre constraints. This isn’t as experimental as some of my writing, but it is as philosophical.

I’m not sure that I’ll finish this manuscript anytime soon. I just decided to use the Easter holiday weekend as an excuse to ignore my academic writing, having just finished revising and publishing an essay I had originally published in February.

The basis is a secret. 🤫 Shhhh… It follows another academic essay, but as a publisher once insisted: nobody reads nonfiction. It’s boring. If you want to make a point, write fiction. It’s like warm water to a box of frogs.

I didn’t question him on the frogs.


Apparently, I should complete my Gravatar profile. If this is complete in the future, you’ll know I succeeded.

Novel Ideas

I’ve been conspicuously absent from this blog as I’ve been busy creating a novel. By creating, I mean that I’ve been combining four short stories within the Hemo Sapiens universe into a would be novel.

I’ve finally completed the consolidation, but there remain continuity gaps, which was to be expected. Plus, I need to thread additional plot aspects because more structure is required to create an apt foundation.

As I plan my approach, I notice I have a fifth short story to integrate. Whilst this creates more work, it also relieves other work. As it stands, the novel-in-progress contains just over twenty-thousand words — about half a novel’s worth, so I’ll more quickly transition from a novella-ranged book to a full-fledged novel. Currently, I’ve got about ninety pages of content. My goal is to have over two-hundred pages of non-filler content, which should get me between forty and fifty thousand words. Time will tell.

Whilst I don’t want to abandon this blog, it does compete with my time and attention, so hopefully I’ll still be making contributions along the way. I’m reusing a cover image to save time. Gotta go. Meantime, cheers.