An Update

A short story, the Lighthouse, has been posted and I’m so happy to have something I wrote up and available for scrutiny.

If you have a story suggestion please feel free to contact me.

In other news, the new logo has been designed and uploaded. The design has been done by F1restar3rr who you can find at;

Also I’ve started a twitter and you can find me at @IndleySeb although I think I may be late to the game in that respect.

Well that’s it for week.

The Lighthouse

It was windy that morning as they pushed the car along the cliff road towards the beach. Somebody had been sensible and laid out planks so the car would roll smoothly out over the wet sand.

The wind had started to pick up, grit getting in the three men’s eyes. They would rather stay out here for as long as possible rather than be in there.

Up on the cliff, taking its position as guardian and warning, the lighthouse loomed. It was a view that made the locals shudder.

The majority of time the lighthouse was a holiday rental. It had so many positive reviews that people booked months in advance and everyone ignored the occasional oddity.

The first had been a writer. He needed a place to finish his novel in peace. The lighthouse had been perfect. He finished the manuscript then according to the reports committed suicide.

It had taken Mrs Franklin, the postmistress, a week to retype his words onto clean paper.

The second, five and a half years later, a couple who were working on their marriage. They were last seen smiling and full of love leaving the local village. They had the accident on the treacherous roads after they left. Daniel Phillips lost his heavy goods licence after his tractor into their car. Bodies charred to cinders. The family had to have a closed casket.

Six years after that incident it was the young family. Police report details that the mother had had a psychotic episode, murdered her entire family then thrown herself from the top of the cliff. That made people think and wonder. If they wondered too much and aloud they were reminded it was better them and not us.

Time marched on.

They had arrived yesterday. A group of students. Everyone knew it was going to happen; it was in the air that day.

The weather had turned and the sea swelled. The creeping cold turned breath to ice and made the local residents dig under their duvets and try to think of other things.

In the morning there was blood, bone and flesh.

It was their occupation to create the story and diversion.  A beach party with a tragic ending, too drunk to notice the tide and too late to get back to the safety of the shore.

When the car was placed on the beach they left it there, doors open. Nature to scrub away all evidence.

The picked up the planks as they returned to the safety of the dry sand. Onwards to the next job, Dennis had gotten very handy with a mop and Andy could get blood out of anything these days, he’d had a lot of practice.


Trying to think about what to write this week. I’ve started thinking about work and how important it is to one’s persona.

Growing up anyone who worked in an office wasn’t doing ‘real work’. There was a pride in doing back breaking labour and only doing such. The older generations would say that the youth didn’t know about doing a hard day’s work.

Honestly you tell a surgeon that they’re not doing real work and they’ll laugh at you. The same goes for anyone who has worked in a call centre. The concept of emotional labour was never taken into account. At least where I was growing up. It was all about what your end result was at ten end of the day.

The thing is I have a lot of respect for people who do manual work. I detest people who think less of a person because they are only a cleaner, barman, fruit picker, builder etc.

I think people should work if they can. People need to do something with their time. Now work can be creating art, pushing papers or saving lives. We all should be doing something. Its part of the contract we have for being part of society.

People who can’t work yep no issue with that, it happens and there’s always going to be people who can’t work but if you’re fit and able maybe think about it.

Then of course we have the issue of available work. Sometimes it’s just not there. Does that mean we should rely on the government or should we look towards private companies? Really I’ve got no answer there but it’s a question.

What we do for a living has a significant impact on who we are. What we don’t do for a living also has a similar impact.

There’s no simple answer and its complex. Just like people.

Writing is hard!

No seriously it’s hard but really it’s a joy too. The old phrase, “do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life”, was obviously never a writer. In fairness that person was most likely a person who never did a job that they disliked either.

At the moment I’m working on two novels. Both will be quite different from one another however in the meantime I’ll also be publishing some short stories here.

I’m intending to release a blog post every Sunday since I do have a full time job. Of course if you’d like to offer me a million pound book deal so I can write, well that would have to be taken under deep consideration.

So how’s all this going to go?

Blogs – at least one a week.

Short Stories – I’m aiming for one a month

Novel – Whenever it’s done and I can get a publisher interested

Commissions – get in touch and let me know what you would like and we’ll talk about the cash.

I will also do book reviews and I’ve finally got my basic schedule of fees on my lovely fees page which you should take a look at, payments will be via paypal until I can figure out how to do some other payment methods.

My first post did get a like. Thank you to that random person, although I think that person was probably a spammer. If you want to get in touch please feel free. I love talking with people and I love hearing from people about almost anything.

So that’s me for this week. If you have a suggestion for a blog or article please drop me a line at but that’s it for now.

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