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Morpheus Tales: The Best Weird Fiction, Volume 2!

Posted in Morpheus Tales Magazine, Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2012 by stanleyriiks

I know, I’ve been slacking on the reviews recently, but I have a good excuse! I’ve been reading Peter F. Hamilton’s Great North Road, an 1100 page epic SF novel. It’s taken me the last seven weeks to read, in which time I would normally read about seven books! It was huge, and mildly exhausting! I finally finished the book on Monday, and have managed to acquire a copy of Morpheus Tales: The Best Weird Fiction, Volume 2 for review, so that will be appearing shortly.

This is a limited (1000 copies) first edition, and features some of my favourite stories from the second year of Morpheus Tales Magazine, including stories by Ray Garton and Joe R. Lansdale.

The printed version of the book is available to buy now from, and will soon be available on Amazon:

The ebook versions are available from smash words:

The kindle version of the book is available on amazon:

Go get yourself a copy right now, and we can compare notes when the review finally appears!


A Struggling Writer

Posted in Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2009 by stanleyriiks

I sit down at a blank screen and words fail me. I get stuck. Inspiration evaporates. The process of transcribing the ideas and images in my head onto the page, the actual process of translating my thoughts into words and coherent sentences is what kills it for me.

Writing is now a chore. It’s a job. Although I still do it for the love and not the pay. I’m not a paid writer, I don’t need to do it to live. Which is a bloody good job, because I would have starved by now, in my portable cardboard home.

Mostly I write reviews; books, films, comics, music, even toys and porn! I’ve written reviews for just about everything you can think of. But for some reason I don’t really count reviews as real writing.

Realwriting is stories, novels. I used to write those. Almost twenty years ago I was a non-stop writing machine. I loved it, fuelled sexual frustration and teenage angst-fuelled catharsis. Sexual misadventures and rape fantasies, murder and slaughter and vengeance. Everything inspired me then. I barely needed inspiration, I just sat down and wrote for the sake of it. Either a story would come to be or it wouldn’t. It didn’t matter, the passion drove the words from me at eighty words a minute.

Now I type faster and I think slower than I did all those years ago, and yet still the problem resides in the process of vomiting the beauty of thought into the clunky mess of vocabulary.

So, what is it? Is this the dreaded writers block?

I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing a number of writers over the years: Joe R. Lansdale, Michael Laimo, Christopher Golden, Joseph McGee, Joseph D’Lacey, Ray Garton… On the whole most real writers, most paid writer, don’t even believe in writers block.

And if it is and I’m suffering then I must fight it, I can’t just give in.

And so I started a blog, to try to get some discipline back. To give me a bit of focus.

It’s the same reason I started my myspace page last year, and it actually worked for a couple of months. Until I got too busy. Or writing became too hard. Or the block got too big.