Take Off

Take Off

I've been hiding from this for far too long. There isn't anything out there, that I can see, that's going to stop me now. Not now that I've started, writing. If anything tries to stop me, well, someone's going down in flames (and that someone is not going to be me), or having something nasty happen to them, I'll write them into shark-infested waters.

We've taken this space-freighter out on the quiet a few times now (OK, it's my shed, at the bottom of my garden, but this is my dream, my imagination, willing suspension of disbelief is required), and she handles quite well. We've traveled the length and breadth of the Styx, met invisible Elephants living in the hedge, had my father's lawyer to dinner, scoured the wastelands for a birthday present for my son, worked for a government as a hitman. Also rescued an android from a gang of post-apocalyptic scavengers and then had to drag its goddam heavy ass for miles and miles, and there was also that one time with the possessed Jack 'o Lantern, though that keeps cropping up, so not really one time.

It's quite fantastic really, truly astonishing what crawls out of the woodwork, one letter after another, then throw in some punctuation and, far too many Macchiatos later, hey presto you've got a story.

I will start sharing a few short stories soon enough. Do subscribe, I wouldn't want you missing anything!

If you're of the opinion that I could've done better, then please send me a message (be constructive), I'll read, I'll pay attention, and we'll go from there.

Looking forward to having you along for the ride!

Regards

Jack