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“Keep pumping it out,” my first English teacher at big school said. “Write, write more, keep writing.”

He also said, “Why don’t you fuck off to St Aloysius?”, but we’ll gloss over that part. Miserable old git. Almost surely dead now. Perhaps I should be kind? Maybe tomorrow.

Anyway, pump it out I do. Not so much lately. I’m stuck in the tar pit of a novel-in-progress, lowing like a brontosaurus. But, lucky old planet, there’s loads of my stuff ready to release.

Here’s my latest short story collection, You Be A Pirate, I’ll Be A Cowboy.

You shouldn’t trust anything I say, but hand on heart, this is probably my best work. It’s definitely my best title.

There’s a few more of these things to come. Everything must go.