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Saturday, April 19, 2008

The British Invasion

New horror anthology The British Invasion is now available to pre-order from the Cemetery Dance website, a link for which you can find on my Links page. Apparently copies are selling out fast, so if I were you I'd order sooner rather than later. The gorgeous cover by Les Edwards is featured below. My own contribution to the anthology is a 10,000 word story called Puppies For Sale.

The first five months of 2008 has brought three deadlines, two of which I've now managed to fulfill - and a couple of weeks ahead of schedule too.

I delivered my new Doctor Who book, Ghosts of India, on April 1st, and have just delivered a 15,000 word version of my 2005 novella, Stumps, (which first appeared in the Cemetery Dance anthology, Fourbodings, edited by Pete Crowther) to Barrington Stoke. Barrington Stoke are a publisher who publish books for 'reluctant readers', and my previous book with them was The Dogs, which came out in 2001.

Now that Stumps has been delivered, I'll be spending the next few weeks doing re-writes to my Hellboy novel, The All-Seeing Eye, and then will be writing a long (50,000 word) novella called It Sustains for Earthling Publications in the States. I've also got a new short story collection called Long Shadows, Nightmare Light coming out from Humdrumming in September, so I need to write some new stories for that.

And once that little lot's out of the way, I'll be turning my attention to a new horror novel, which I've actually been working on, on and off, for the past couple of years. Most of the book's already written, but it needs quite a bit of re-working and re-writing to turn it into exactly the kind of book I want it to be. I'm hoping to have a new revamped version of the novel available to deliver to my agent by October or November. Now that horror is on the rise as a genre again, there are already a couple of publishers showing interest - so fingers crossed.

Before I go, I just want to mention alt.fiction, which is being held at the Assembly Rooms in Derby next Saturday (26th). Basically alt.fiction is a one-day celebration of the horror, fantasy and science-fiction genres. There'll be panels, readings and signings, and a chance for fans to meet and chat with many of the best genre writers in the UK in very informal surroundings. Together with Simon Clark, Tim Lebbon, Sarah Pinborough and Conrad Williams, I'll be appearing on the Horror panel at 4pm in the Reception Suite. Other writers scheduled to attend include Graham Joyce, Brian Lumley, Eric Brown, Charlie Stross, Ramsey Campbell, Mike Carey, Michael Marshall Smith, Justina Robson and many more.

Hope to see you there!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

New Who cover

I'm writing this less than an hour after writing the last sentence of my new Doctor Who book, Ghosts of India. Hurrah! It's always a great feeling to finish a book. My official deadline is on Monday, so I'll now spend the next few days reading through the manuscript & giving the text a final edit & polish before I submit it next week.

And appropriately enough, the BBC have now officially approved and released the covers of the three September Who novels for everyone to coo over. I'm delighted with mine. Here it is:

Friday, March 14, 2008

Here Comes the Judge

I'm proud and delighted to announce that I have been asked to be one of the panel of five judges for this year's World Fantasy Awards. Of course, I realise that this involves a massive amount of work (my old mate Tim Lebbon did this job a few years ago, and tells me that on one particular day he received 97 books!), but it is also a huge privilege and an exciting challenge.

My fellow judges are Peter Coleborn, Robert Hoge, Dennis L. McKiernan and Steve Pasechnick, and as a panel we have to come up with nominees for Best Novel, Best Collection, Best Anthology, Best Novella, Best Short Story, Best Artist...etc etc. To do this, obviously, we have to read as much fantasy & horror fiction that was published in 2007 as we possibly can: a massive undertaking, which, at times, admittedly seems an incredibly daunting, if not impossible, task - especially considering the fact that I still have to fit my own work (four impending deadlines), my part time job and my family life into that equation.

But hey, at the end of the day I figure I can only do my best. I'll read what I can in the time available and I'll make my judgements based on that. And at least, instead of succumbing to the temptation of flopping down in front of the TV on an evening, I'm now doing what I keep telling myself I should do more of, which is finding a quiet corner of the house and spending a few hours reading. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do read quite a bit anyway - probably around forty or so books a year, which is certainly far more than the national average. But there are so many good books out there, so many books I want to read, that I always feel as though I could and should read more.

Well, now I've got the opportunity. And so far I'm really enjoying the experience and trying not to let the pressure of it get to me.

Speaking of deadlines, I'm less than three weeks away from the deadline for my new Doctor Who novel, Ghosts of India. It's been going well - I think - and at 38,000 words with around 12,000 to go, I'm nicely on schedule. It's fun, but a bit strange, writing scenes which involve conversations between Gandhi and the Doctor's new companion, Donna (as played by Catherine Tate). At the outset I had no idea how this relationship in particular would pan out, but it's not been anywhere near as problematical as I anticipated - in fact the scenes, and the conversations, between them have flowed quite naturally. I only hope that readers think I've done both characters justice when the book is published in September.

I've now seen the cover for the book, and it's fab, and as soon as the BBC officially give the go ahead, I'll post it up here for you all to ogle at and coo over. I've also seen the cover for my forthcoming Hellboy novel, The All-Seeing Eye, which is a beautiful piece of original artwork from Mike Mignola. Again, as soon as I'm allowed to, I'll post the cover on the website.

Right, better go. Doctor Who and a vast pile of reading await me.

Until next time...

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Ghosts of India

As it has now been officially announced in Doctor Who Magazine issue 392, out this week, I'm finally at liberty to tell you that I have been commissioned to write another in the BBC's hugely successful Doctor Who book range!
The new novel will be entitled Ghosts of India, and will be published in September. I'm incredibly excited to be writing another Who book so soon after Forever Autumn. I had a fantastic time last year, and met some brilliant people who have since become very good friends, and can't wait to do it all again this year.
Here's the official BBC blurb:
India in 1947 is a country in the grip of chaos - a country torn apart by internal strife. When the Doctor and Donna arrive in Calcutta, they are instantly swept up in violent events.
Barely escaping with their lives, they discover that the city is rife with tales of 'half-made men', who roam the streets at night and steal people away. These creatures, it is said, are as white as salt and have only shadows where their eyes should be.
With help from India's great spiritual leader, Mohandas 'Mahatma' Gandhi, the Doctor and Donna set out to investigate these rumours.
But what is the real truth behind the 'half-made men'? Why is Gandhi's role in history under threat? And has an ancient, all-powerful god of destruction really come back to wreak vengeance upon the earth?

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Humdrumming press release

I'm brimming over with news at the moment, though frustratingly I've been told to keep quiet until official announcements are made. Hopefully I'll be able to reveal all at some point in the next few weeks.

In the meantime, I had a great time at the BFS Open Night at York Brewery last weekend. There was a great turnout, and kudos to Lee Harris, editor of Hub Magazine, for organising it. This was the second such event at York Brewery, and Lee tells me he's hoping that these northern BFS nights will become a regular occurrence. The intention is not to split the BFS membership, but rather to give people who find it hard to get to the quarterly London gatherings a chance to get together with fellow genre enthusiasts. York Brewery is a great setting - the 'function room' beside the bar area is cosy, homely but also just a little bit spooky. Fittingly, given that York is the most haunted city in England, the theme for the evening was ghost stories, and more particularly the public reading thereof. I kicked off proceedings with my story, Coming Home, which was originally published in the anthology Taps and Sighs (Subterranean Press, 2000) and subsequently reprinted in Best New Horror Vol 12. After me came Allison Bird, who was nervous about her first public reading but did a sterling job, a guy called - I think - Peter Roberts (my memory is not what it was), who came all the way from Bristol to read his own hilarious poem about the 'real' tooth fairy, Simon Clark, who read a poem by a bloke called Dylan Thomas (no, I've never heard of him either), Pete Crowther, who read his own story, Cleaning Up, an oldie but a goodie, and finally - the piece de resistance - Ramsey Campbell, who read his brilliant story, Calling Card, which I'm astonished to discover (having just looked it up) is now over quarter of a century old.

Anyhow, all the stories and poems seemed to go down very well with the receptive and appreciative audience, and it was great to catch up with old friends. What was particularly pleasing for me was that my wife, Nel, and my kids, David & Polly, were there, not least because it was the first time the kids had ever heard me read in public.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm the featured author over at the US website Horror World this month (www.horrorworld.org). There's a brand new 7000 word story of mine to read called The All-Nighter, so if you find yourself with half an hour to spare, why not head on over there and let me know what you think.

Finally for now, independent publishers Humdrumming have just issued a new press release about their intentions for 2008, and have asked me whether I'd mind running it on my website. So here it is:

"Independent UK publishers Humdrumming have been steadily gathering a name for themselves over the last three years, publishing attractive books by such respected authors as Mark Morris, Garry Kilworth, Gary Fry, Gary McMahon and James Cooper. As 2008 promises to be their biggest year yet (with new titles from Rhys Hughes, Peter Crowther and Tim Lebbon lying ahead) they have relaunched their website and are offering a sale on a number of their books. There are a handful of titles at only £5 - including their much-lauded First Humdrumming Book of Horror Stories - with further books at discount prices, including their expanded reprints of Mark Morris's Toady and Stitch at £10 each (a third off retail). The sale will only last 14 days, so head over to www.humdrumming.co.uk and pick up a bargain! The new site also features an option to join the Humdrumming mailing list. Members will receive early notification of forthcoming titles and occasional special offers, so it's well worth signing up."

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Happy 2008!

I can't believe it's a year since I posted my last Happy New Year message. These past 12 months have flown by. Ulcerated eyeball aside, 2007 turned out to be a very good year for me. I spent the first month of it finishing off my novel, The Deluge, which was subsequently published by Leisure (US) in December. Then, after a great 2-night trip to BBC Wales in Cardiff to see early rough-cuts of the first 3 episodes of series 3 of Doctor Who (where I met 2 fellow writers, Paul Magrs and Mark Michalowski, who have since become great friends), I embarked on my Doctor Who novel, Forever Autumn, which was an absolute joy to write, and which was published in September to generally very good reviews. The rest of the year was spent writing my Hellboy novel, The All-Seeing Eye, which will be published by Dark Horse later this year, preparing the new edition of my second novel, Stitch, which was re-released by Humdrumming in September, and promoting Forever Autumn on a massively enjoyable and successful nationwide signing tour with my fellow Doctor Who authors, the aforementioned Paul and Mark. Half-way through this tour, towards the end of September, I attended the British Fantasy Convention, where I won my first British Fantasy Award for Cinema Macabre, the anthology of horror movies essays which I conceived and edited, and which was published by PS Publishing in 2006.

So what will 2008 bring? Well, work-wise, I'm as madly busy as ever. I delivered Hellboy: The All-Seeing Eye on December 23rd, which as I say will be published later in 2008, and I now have 3 further books to complete and deliver by the end of April. One is a novella for Earthling Publications in the US, entitled It Sustains, one is an adaptation of a previously published novella of mine, Stumps, for Barrington Stoke, who published my novella The Dogs some years ago, and the other one I'm not allowed to talk about until contracts have been signed and an official announcement has been made.

After that little lot is out of the way, I'll be re-writing a novel which has been sitting in my bottom drawer for a year or so, and in which a publisher is currently showing interest, and then will no doubt be preparing the new edition of my 1994 novel, The Secret of Anatomy, which Humdrumming are planning to launch at FantasyCon this year.

I also have various other projects - some concrete, some not - on the boil, news of which will no doubt leak out in the fullness of time.

I'm planning on attending Alt.Fiction in Derby again this year, which takes place in April, FantasyCon in Nottingham in September, and hopefully the World Fantasy Convention in Calgary, Canada, in November.

Before I go, a quick list of my faves of 2007.

Favourite movie (seen in the cinema): This is England

Favourite book (I read 41 books in 2007, so I'm going to choose a few): The Road by Cormac McCarthy, The Grin of the Dark by Ramsey Campbell, Ferocity by Stephen Laws, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami and Fangland by John Marks. Look out also for Sarah Pinborough's superb novella, The Language of Dying, which will be published by PS in 2008, and which is easily the best thing she's ever written.

Favourite TV show: Well, it has to be Doctor Who, but I also saw the last 9 episodes of The Sopranos this year, which I thought were absolutely superb. If you've never watched The Sopranos, do yourself a favour and go get the entire 6 series on DVD. It's a masterpiece of the visual medium. An absolute classic series.

OK, better shoot. Off to see I Am Legend tonight.

Cheers for now
Mark

Monday, December 03, 2007

THE DELUGE is out!

Well, Christmas is fast approaching, and as usual I'm starting to feel slightly panicked by the fact that I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet, or even bought any Christmas cards to send.

Added to which, I have four books to deliver by April and two years' worth of accounts to do before the end of the month. Gulp.

Just a quick update this time, therefore, to let you know that my new novel, The Deluge, is now available from Leisure Books in the US. You can order it online at Amazon and all the usual places, plus - if you feel so inclined - you could head over to my publisher's website at www.dorchesterpub.com and read my article on what inspired me to write the book in the first place.

There are also a couple of Big Things on the horizon, which I'm not allowed to talk about yet, but which I will hopefully be able to announce within the next couple of weeks.

Been on a bit of a music splurge lately. As well as discovering a website where I can download past John Peel shows (and believe me, I've been like a kid in a sweetshop), I've also been buying and listening to a whole ton of stuff from both past & present. My current listening pleasure has included Carbon/Silicon, The Comsat Angels, The Propellerheads, The Bastard Fairies, Belle & Sebastian, The Wedding Present, The Enemy, XTC, The Lurkers, Melys, Siouxsie & the Banshees, Dizzee Rascal, Metal Urbain, Stiff Little Fingers, The Black Angels and many more.

And if I don't get chance to post again beforehand, let me just take this opportunity to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Spot the deliberate mistake...

Just a quick correction to my last post. Although the awards won by Conrad, Steve, Paul et al were indeed announced at the World Fantasy Convention on Thursday night, the actual award which the guys won -- and for which Cinema Macabre was nominated -- was the International Horror Guild (IHG) Award.

Sorry for the slight mix-up there. But then as nobody commented on my mistake, I'm assuming nobody noticed it.

Anyway, congrats again to all the winners...

Friday, November 02, 2007

Hooray for Conrad!

The winners of the 2007 World Fantasy Awards were announced last night at the World Fantasy Convention in Saratoga Springs. Cinema Macabre was nominated in the Best Non-Fiction category, making that a hat-trick of nominations for the book this year, but it didn't win. However, my slight disappointment (and never believe anyone who tells you they're not at least a bit disappointed if they don't win an award for which they're nominated - they're lying) was assuaged by the fantastic news that the prize for Best Novel went to my old mate, Conrad Williams, for The Unblemished.

I first met Conrad almost twenty years ago, back in the days when we were young and handsome (now, of course, we're old and handsome). In fact, I hope Conrad won't mind me saying this, but our first contact came when he sent me a fan letter, in which he asked whether I would mind reading and commenting on some of his stories.

Needless to say, I loved the stories he sent me, and suggested he come along to the British Fantasy Convention to meet other writers, and to introduce himself to editors, publishers and agents. This he duly did, and as soon as we met we got on like a house on fire, and have barely looked back since.

(Blimey, we've had some times! Remember the Mars Bar and the dolphin, Connie? What a night that was!)

Whilst Conrad has always been widely admired within the field, the accolades and - most importantly - the commercial success he truly deserves for his stunning body of work have, until now, always eluded him. But I'm delighted to report that at last he has made the breakthrough into the mass market by selling not one, but two of his novels to mainstream publishers! Plus he's now plopped a very large cherry on to the top of an already magnificent cake by walking away with the biggest single prize in our genre!

Woo hoo! Go Conrad! (as our American chums would no doubt say)

Whilst I'm at it, I'd also like to congratulate fellow Brits Steve Gallagher & Paul Finch, who also won awards. Fantastic, guys. Well done.

Right, better get back to Hellboy. 80,000 words in and heading towards the finishing line.

Until next time...

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Doctor Who interview

I've completed my 'tour' round the country, in the excellent company of fellow authors, Paul Magrs and Mark Michalowski, promoting the September Doctor Who books, and am now back at work with my nose to the Hellboy grindstone. Actually, it's not really a grindstone. It's great fun putting words in the mouths of Mike Mignola's wonderful creations, Hellboy, Abe Sapien & Liz Sherman. I'm about 60,000 words into the novel now, and hope to have it completed by the end of October. With around 30,000 more words to go, it's quite a tall order, but I'm going to give it a damn good go.

Going back to the Doctor Who 'tour' for a moment, our penultimate event was a panel discussion (Writing Doctor Who) at the Bath Childrens' Literature Festival. What a fantastic event this was! 350 paying punters, many of them Doctor Who-loving children, all packed into the lovely surroundings of the Guild Hall. We were miked up and spotlit, and had to walk out on stage from the back, and for the first time I got an inkling of what being a rock star must be like. It was amazing taking my seat and looking out on a sea of eager and expectant faces. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it as much as we did. All the children and their parents I talked to at the mass signing afterwards certainly seemed satisfied.

In the latest issue of Doctor Who Magazine, there's a short interview with myself and the aforementioned Paul and Mark. This is actually a fraction of the full interview I did with David Darlington, and so thought it was worth printing out a typescript of the entire thing here. As the interview is quite long, I won't rabbit on any longer for the time being. So cheers until next time. I'm off to the British Fantasy Society Open Night in York tonight. Hope to see some of you there.

The interview:
To start with - in Doctor Who terms, you sort of appeared out of nowhere in the early days of the BBC books, and then disappeared after doing just the two books. Had you always been a Doctor Who fan?

Very much so. I was born in '63, and my first memory of Doctor Who is of the Yeti ambling down the mountainside to attack Det Sen monastery in The Abominable Snowmen. I remember finding that deliciously terrifying, and equally terrifying were the Yeti in the underground a few stories later, the thrashing weed creature in Fury From the Deep, the Cybermen coming up out of the sewers in The Invasion, the hissing, lumbering Ice Warriors in The Seeds of Death, and - most frightening of all - the Autons in Spearhead From Space.

So Doctor Who introduced me to TV that could terrify and thrill in equal measure. Every week the programme traumatised me, and every week I was there on the settee on Saturday teatime, desperate to see the next episode.

Having said that, I think I can pinpoint the day I became a bona fide fan as 11th January 1975. That was the day, at the age of eleven, when I bought my first Doctor Who book, The Auton Invasion. Now funnily enough, I only bought it because I liked the look of the big tentacled monster on the cover, and it was only as I read the back cover blurb whilst sitting in the car on the way home that I realised it was the story with the horrible plastic men that had so terrified me a few years before. I can still recall the wonderful frisson of fear I felt at that realisation. I read and re-read The Auton Invasion several times that week, and then the next Saturday I went back to the same shop and bought the other Doctor Who book they had on sale, which was Day of the Daleks. At this time Tom Baker was just starting out as the Doctor, and I instantly fell in love with his portrayal. And that was pretty much it for me - hooked for life.


How did it come about that you didn't get involved on the fiction side of things until about 1997? And how come you then more or less vanished again, only to re-surface now with one of the New Series Adventures?

It was all really to do with timing. Whereas Doctor Who novels provided a lot of authors with their first publishing experience, I had had my first book, a horror novel called Toady, published in 1989, so by the time I turned to Doctor Who I was already reasonably well-established. When Virgin starting publishing original Who novels in 1991 or whenever it was, I had every intention of getting in touch with them, sending them a proposal, whatever. But at that time I was just starting to make my name as a horror writer, and because I was young and British, and because Toady had made a pretty big splash and had reached something like number 7 in the bestsellers list, I was inevitably being lauded as "the next Clive Barker", and was being interviewed fairly regularly on TV, and in newspapers and magazines. So I was pretty much caught up in the whirlwind of all that, and because horror fiction was going through a real boom period, I was being pressurised to quickly follow up my first novel with my second, and my second with my third, and so on. So by the time I finally managed to emerge three books later, the Virgin range had already established its own central continuity, not to mention its notoriously tough, 'adult' style, which a) I couldn't keep up with (I was doing a regular book review column by then, so only had chance to dip into the Doctor Who range every now and again - even though I was still religiously buying the books every month), and b) to be truthful, I didn't much like, because I felt it had moved away from what I always loved about Doctor Who, which was the combination of scary stuff, action adventure and quirky British humour, and had moved more into the world of hard sf, which I wasn't that interested in.

When the BBC took the franchise back off Virgin after the Paul McGann TV movie in 1996, however, they asked David Howe to compile a list of writers who might be interested in writing for their new range, and because David knew me from horror conventions and through magazines he was working on, like Starburst and Shivers, he called me and asked if I'd be interested. And obviously he caught me at just the right time - between books, between contracts, whatever - because I said yes. And I loved writing The Bodysnatchers so much that - probably after writing another horror novel - I proposed another, which became Deep Blue. I think at that time I had it in mind to work my way through the Doctors (I'd still love to write a book for every Doctor, but I doubt that's going to happen now), but then we had a bit of a disaster with Deep Blue, because BBC Books employed a freelance editor they'd never used before, who made an awful, awful hash of editing the book. It was such a terrible job, in fact, that I called Jac Rayner, who was then on the editorial staff, and told her that I'd rather give them back the money than see my book go out in such a dreadful state. This was in the week between Christmas & New Year 1998, and the book was due out in February or March, and so was imminently about to go to print. Jac hadn't seen the edited version of the manuscript at this stage, so she read it and, like me, was horrified at the awful hash the freelance editor had made of it. We therefore had a week between us, working long, long hours, to thrash the manuscript back into some sort of shape. I can't remember why we didn't just use the original manuscript, but there was some reason why we couldn't. Anyway, the book was finally released in a version I was semi-happy with, but it never really recovered from the editorial savaging it had received, and subsequently wasn't that well-reviewed. So I think that put me off writing Doctor Who for a bit, plus I suspect that my other writing work was a lot more lucrative, and that at this time my kids were growing up, which meant we had to move to a bigger house, and pay bigger bills, and so I basically just had to prioritise.

I was asked several times over the next few years whether I'd be interested in doing another book for the range, but I was always offered specific ingredients and given a specific deadline - for example, I'd be asked to write a fourth Doctor steampunk novel for the October slot or whatever - and the offers always came at a time when I was already racing towards a deadline, and so I'd have to say no. But the interest never went away, and was sufficiently piqued by the new series for me to drop Justin a line one day, just to ask, "What are the chances...?" And to my surprise and delight I received a very positive and enthusiastic response - and here we are.


How did you, personally, respond to the new Doctor Who when it came back to the screens in 2005?

Oh, with immense excitement and enthusiasm. I was massively excited by the TV movie in 1996, and - although it had a lot wrong with it - felt a sense of crushing disappointment when that didn't lead to a series. Then for a week or so I was equally excited by the announcement of The Dark Dimension, and again felt sickeningly disappointed when that didn't happen. So when it was announced, late in 2003 I think it was, that Doctor Who was definitely coming back as a BBC series in 2005, it was like a dream come true. Like most fans I scoured magazines and the internet for the tiniest snippets of news, and devoured whatever information I could glean. That 18 months or so between the initial announcement and the transmission of Rose was absolute torture. In some ways the wait after knowing that it was coming back was even worse than most of the previous fifteen years had been.

When that day, 26th March 2005, finally dawned, it felt almost surreal. Despite all the incredible hype, I couldn't quite believe that the show was finally returning as a proper BBC series. Of course, my kids were big fans of the original series by this time, and so they were bouncing off the walls with excitement too. We were literally counting down the minutes that day. Even my wife - who was never a fan of the original series, though likes the new series, and wept along with the rest of us when Rose left - got in on the act by baking a Dalek cake.

We watched that first episode in a kind of enraptured daze. And we all absolutely loved it. I know it was a set-up story, and that the whole anti-plastic thing is a silly throwaway solution, but I felt - and still do - that Russell had pitched it absolutely perfectly. It felt to me like a show that had naturally and healthily evolved. It still retained - and continues to retain - the spirit and essence of the original series, and yet it embraced all the positive aspects of what a modern drama needs to be successful. It was fast and witty and sophisticated, and the production values were second to none. I thought Eccleston was fabulous as the Doctor, and Billie Piper was an absolute revelation. It felt really special, it felt like event television, and to Russell and the rest of his team's credit it still does. In my opinion he's barely put a foot wrong in the past three years.

Does your book fit into a particular slot in the series, e.g. between any two particular episodes?

I think I'm right in saying that all three of the September books take place somewhere between 42 and Human Nature.

Given the timescales involved in getting the book to press, it must have been written, at least in part, before "Smith and Jones" reached the screens. What sort of 'backstage' access were you given, in order to (for instance) get the character of Martha right?

The books were deadlined for April, so the three of us were invited over to Cardiff in mid-January to see rough cuts - in the case of Gridlock a very rough cut - of the first three episodes. It was very, very exciting. We all had to live with the secret of the Macra for the next couple of months. Naturally my children pestered me incessantly for details, but I told them nothing!

The American setting of your book - was that an idea of yours or part of a 'shopping list' you were given? I ask partly because I tend to associate this type of 'invasive' horror story with America anyway - possibly because the only horror writer I ever paid much attention to was Stephen King, but also because that kind of 'takeover' body horror brings the whole communist/McCarthy era of SF/horror to mind... also, does this 'suburban America' setting make it more difficult to evoke the ethos of the parent TV show than, for instance, something set in modern London or Cardiff might permit?

I was given no shopping list whatsoever. The whole thing - for better or worse - was my idea, and I was commissioned on the strength of a 2-page synopsis.

As far as I was concerned, it had to be small-town America because Halloween plays a big part in the story, and Americans celebrate Halloween far more than we do. Even though our own Halloweens are becoming more Americanised, it's still a much bigger deal for them.

I think rather than Stephen King, I had a more Ray Bradbury kind of feel in mind when I came up with the idea, and most particularly his novel Something Wicked This Way Comes. I like the idea that referencing Something Wicked... in Forever Autumn gives a rather neat joint nod to both Bradbury and Shakespeare, who of course Martha had recently met at the time the novel is set.

But there's a whole slew of influences in the book. When I was picturing my imaginary town of Blackwood Falls, I was thinking of small town America as depicted in such movies and TV series as Back to the Future, Buffy, John Carpenter's Halloween, Eerie, Indiana, and even Happy Days.

As for whether I've evoked the ethos of the TV show or not, I guess only the book's readers can judge. But my own personal opinion is that Doctor Who as a concept can lend itself to any environment, be that Victorian England, a jungle planet at the edge of the known universe, or a space station in the far future. As long as you've got the Doctor and his companion there to anchor it, then the surroundings and events just add colour and flavour to the central core - if that's not mixing too many metaphors. And it's not as if Doctor Who hasn't done different aspects of America before. There's been The Gunfighters, the TV movie, and most recently, of course, Daleks in Manhattan.

From Hell It Came! In terms of using 'animated plants' as part of the main scare-factor of your story, were you at all apprehensive that that's something Doctor Who's not terribly renowned for doing well? For every 'End of the World' there's a 'Mark of the Rani' or 'Terror of the Vervoids'...

No, largely because I don't think of my aliens, the Hervoken, as animated plants - unless of course you're referring to the tree, which isn't really animated? To balance your argument out a little, though, I would mention The Seeds of Doom - one of my favourite Doctor Who stories ever.

Halloween is, of course, a staple of the horror story but not one I recall Doctor Who doing directly before (though it must have done somewhere... surely!). Was that part of your initial pitch or idea - that 'Halloween' is as identifiable a concept to the broadest audience as Christmas or Dickens or Shakespeare, and therefore you're continuing the very 'approachable, user-friendly' ethos of the TV show?

Yes, it was certainly part of my initial idea, and as you say, it seemed such an obvious concept to be given a Doctor Who twist that I couldn't believe it had never been done before! It was great for me, of course, because it meant I was given full rein on the Halloween iconography.

How does writing a Doctor Who story differ from devising your own horror story from the ground up? Are your required to rein yourself in a bit in terms of what 'scares' you think you'll be permitted to get away with..?

It seems an obvious thing to say, but you have to be aware that your main target audience for Doctor Who books are 10-13 year old kids, so obviously you don't have sex and swearing, and you don't have excessive gore and violence. Such elements are not difficult to excise, however. Having watched thousands of hours of Doctor Who over the past forty years, the tone and mood and parameters of the show come instinctively to me. I didn't consciously have to think about what I could and couldn't include; I just knew. Having said that, I did write one scene which was vetoed, and that was where a series of metal blades suddenly spring from a clown's big white gloves in the manner of a tiger unsheathing its claws. Justin's main reservation was not that the blades were big, nasty pointy things that could rend and tear, but that they were metal. So what I did was to have the fingers elongate into sharp-pointed claws, but for them to remain white like the clown's gloves, and that was deemed okay. It's that fine line between depressing, real-life violence and fantasy violence.

Several of these new series novels, and yours is no exception, have used children or teenagers as leading characters - possibly as part of the effort striving for maximum 'audience identification'. Was that something on your mind when you started to tell large chunks of your story from the POV of the group of teenagers - that that sort of age group would form a core part of your potential readership?



Astonishing as it sounds, actually it didn't. I was aware of my target audience, of course, but I'm honestly not that cynical when it comes to my writing - in fact, there have been times in my career when I've felt as though I ought to have been more cynical in my decision-making, in terms of supplying publishers and readers with what they've wanted from me.

The reason I used kids as major characters is because I wanted to convey the approaching excitement of Halloween, which is a staple theme of the story, and that is best done through kids rather than adults. I've actually written a lot from the point of view of children and teenagers over the years, and that's because children see the world differently to adults - to them it's a wondrous place, full of excitement and possibilities. They have their emotional dials cranked up higher than us world-weary adults - a bit like the Doctor in some regards - and that's always fun and refreshing to write.

Were you required to co-ordinate with the other two writers in the development process of your book? There always seems to be effort made behind the scenes to ensure that each of the three novels in any given set is distinctively different in setting, tone and theme from those released alongside it...

We weren't required to do it, but we made a decision early on that we would read one another's work in progress, purely so that we could offer advice and encouragement to each other, and so that we didn't inadvertently find ourselves either overlapping or contradicting one another.

It was odd actually, because when I found out that Mark was going to be one of the other two September authors - Paul's name wasn't announced until a couple of months later - I looked him up on the internet and dropped him an email, having never met him before. He quickly sent back a long, chatty, enthusiastic and thoroughly lovely response, and I decided straight away that here was a guy I was going to get on well with. As it transpired, we quickly discovered that as well as both being Mark M's we were also both born in or near Chesterfield in 1963, and that we both now lived in or near Leeds. Very weird. But what was even more odd was that a few days later I was shopping in Primark in Leeds with my wife when I walked past a man who looked remarkably similar to the photo of Mark I'd seen on his website. I looked at him and he looked at me, and a kind of recognition passed between us. A couple of minutes later I saw him standing on his own while his partner, Mike, was at the tills and so I approached him and asked him if he was Mark Michalowski. And of course he was! How strange was that?

And then Paul came on board, and we all met up in Cardiff for the screening and found that we all liked one another enormously. It's great. I feel as though I've made two really good friends through this commission. That's the magic of Doctor Who! It brings people together.

Oh, and I should add that when we went to Cardiff, the BBC put us up in a hotel the night before, then we watched the episodes in the morning, and then Paul & I were due to travel back up north on the same train. However the weather was so horrendous that all trains were cancelled, so we ended up finding a hotel and staying in Cardiff another night. And because we'd only packed for one night, we suddenly found ourselves short of clean pants and socks. So where did we go to get extras? Yep, you guessed it - Primark!

I get the impression from the text that you've enjoyed writing for this Doctor. How do you find he compares to his predecessors on television? Did you find translating his performance from the screen into prose a difficult or different process, compared to the Doctors you've written for in novel form before?

I absolutely loved writing this book, and I found the 10th Doctor an utter joy to write for. I love his wit, his sharpness, his energy, and his occasional dark, sombre moments of absolute deadly seriousness. I was worried before I started that I wouldn't be able to make him witty enough, or that his essential Tennant-ness wouldn't come across on the written page, but given the constraints of not being able to see the often very subtle mannerisms of Tennant's performance, I have to admit I'm pretty happy with the end result - and those who've read the book seem to think I've got him fairly spot on. Of the other two Doctors I've written for, the 8th was probably the hardest to write, as my only reference was the TV Movie - and that, of course, is a regeneration story, which is never the greatest yardstick. What I tend to do when I write for a particular Doctor - and of course the other one I've written for is the 5th - is I watch an episode or so of their performance every day before I start work, so that I have their physical presence and their way of speaking and moving fixed in my head. Interestingly I actually found, watching season 2 of the new series, that the most useful episode to watch in terms of nailing the 10th Doctor was Fear Her. I know it's not the most universally loved story, but Tennant is fantastic in it, largely because the part of the Doctor is really well written, not least because the Doctor gets a bit of everything to do. In Fear Her he's witty, he's authoritative, he's cavaliar, he's anti-establishment, he's sombre, he's empathetic...he has a huge emotional range in what is ostensibly a simple and rather sweet little story.

But to answer your question more simply, if I write a line of dialogue, and I can hear the Doctor saying it in my head, then I'm happy. If I can't, then I change it.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

And the Winner is...

I got back from FantasyCon on Sunday night, accompanied by a new little friend. Yes folks, I'm delighted to announce that I am finally the very proud recipient of a British Fantasy Award!

My first FantasyCon was in 1987, and - aside from one of the single-day London events in (I think) the late 90s - I've been to every one since. That first time, the year before Toady was accepted for publication, I remember sitting at a table during the Awards banquet and watching a stream of people I respected and admired collecting their awards to the accompaniment of cheers, applause and a mass of blinding white camera flashes. And I remember wondering whether that would ever be me; whether one day I would hear my name read out; whether one day I would go up on stage to collect my award.

And now it's happened! After twenty years and something like twelve nominations, I finally know how it feels. And believe me, it's every bit as fantastic as I imagined and hoped it would be - but it's also kind of scary and overwhelming too.

I wasn't nervous before the announcement. I've been nervous on previous occasions, but this time, having failed to win so many times before, I was no more than hopeful and perhaps just a tiny bit excited. But as soon as my name was read out, and the room erupted (or seemed to erupt) around me, I felt an abrupt and massive rush of adrenaline - as a result of which, by the time I got up on stage to be greeted by the bald grinning giants that were Simon Clark and Stephen Volk, I was shaking like a leaf. The next couple of minutes passed in a blur. I can't remember which of the two giants handed me my award, but I do remember holding the little demon sculpture in my hand - gripping it for dear life, in fact - whilst I made some sort of speech. I have only a vague recollection of what I said, but I think I was passably eloquent, and I believe I thanked all the right people. When I finally collapsed into my seat, my hands were freezing cold and I suddenly found I was incredibly thirsty. However a few glugs of water and a whisky ot two in the bar afterwards soon put me right.

So that's what it feels like. Terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I'm sure it's not the same for everybody, but that's certainly what it felt like for me. In a way I'm kind of glad now that I didn't win one all those years ago, back when I was just starting out. If I had I doubt that this one would have felt quite so special.

So how did the rest of the Convention go? Well, need I say that it was as fantastic as ever? I moderated two panels (the first, late on Friday night, in a state of extreme and shameful drunkenness); I drank too much wine; I ate too much curry; I signed lots of books; I presented an award (as well as accepting one); I slept very little.

And, most importantly of all, I spent time (though not enough; never enough) talking bollocks and laughing like drains with people I love very, very dearly. I won't list them all - because I'll probably end up accidentally leaving someone out - but I will give a special mention to my great mate, Tim Lebbon.

It was fantastic to see Tim scoop the British Fantasy Award for Best Novel. If my own award was the icing on the cake, then Tim's was the big juicy cherry on top. What was doubly great was that it was so unexpected. There was a long shortlist (as it were), with something like eight nominees this year, but on our table we all honestly thought that Scott Lynch's The Lies of Locke Lamora would scoop it, or possibly Mike Carey's The Devil You Know. So when Tim's name was read out, he was absolutely and genuinely shocked - a fact reflected in his hilarious, silence-filled speech.

So that's it. Another FantasyCon over; another one to look forward to next year. In the meantime, here's a picture of me and Tim with our awards. You can tell we're a bit chuffed, can't you?

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Doctor Who signing

As promised, chums, here's a pic from our Doctor Who signing at 10th Planet in Barking on Saturday September 8th. From left to right: Paul Magrs (author of 'Sick Building'), Mark Michalowski (author of 'Wetworld') and yours truly. It was a great event, and a great day.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Book covers

And here, as promised, are the covers for the three books being launched at FantasyCon this weekend, which I'm involved in. There's the Humdrumming reissue of my second novel, Stitch, which was originally published in 1991; there's The First Humdrumming Book of Horror Stories, for which I've written the introduction (as you can see, it's a beautiful pastiche of an old Pan Horror cover); and finally there's Best New Horror 18, edited by Stephen Jones, which contains my story What Nature Abhors, one of three stories I wrote for Night Visions 12. Right, I'm off to Manchester now for a Doctor Who event, and then it's on to Nottingham tomorrow for FantasyCon!




Monday, September 17, 2007

Back To School

I can't believe the summer's gone already. It doesn't seem 2 minutes since I was writing my last n&v column, and saying that my daughter had just left primary school. Now the kids have been back at school for a couple of weeks. I'm sure when I was their age, the summers were much longer. Man, those hazy, lazy days back in the 70s seemed to stretch on forever...

I am so snowed under with work at the moment. But it's frustrating work, itty-bitty stuff. Since getting back from our family hols - 2 blissful weeks in Turkey, which now seems like months ago - I've been inundated with page proofs (for the new Humdrumming edition of Stitch, which is due to be launched at FantasyCon this weekend, and for The Deluge, out from Leisure in December), and I've been writing introductions, and editing old stuff, and researching stuff for a book which another publisher wants a synopsis for, and...yada, yada, yada.

It seems ages since I actually did any proper writing, and i'm dying to get back to it...in fact I desperately need to get back to it. I'm about half-way through my Hellboy book, The All-Seeing Eye, and have been half-way through it for around 6 weeks now. That book is deadlined for December, as is my 50,000 word novella for Earthling, which I haven't even started yet (gulp). Then I've got another book deadlined for March (which I'm not allowed to talk about yet). With all that to be getting on with, I suppose I shouldn't really be spending time on this blog at the moment. But like I say, it's been bloody ages since I updated it, so I thought...sod it. Take some time out. Get it done.

Despite being snowed under with work, September is turning into an exciting month. My Doctor Who book, Forever Autumn, came out on the 6th, and together with my fellow Who authors, Paul Magrs and Mark Michalowski, I'm currently 'on tour' - or at least promoting the books at various events up and down the country. On Saturday September 8th, the three of us did two signings, one at 10th Planet in Barking and one at Forbidden Planet on Shaftesbury Avenue in London. The 10th Planet one was particularly successful. We had a steady stream of people wanting books signed for the entire 2 hours we were in there. In the evening we met up with a veritable who's who of Who folk and went for a joyously rumbustious meal in a particularly fine Greek restaurant hand-picked by Mike Tucker. Afterwards Paul and I were having a nightcap in the lounge bar of our - admittedly pretty posh - hotel when, to our astonishment, a huge black rat scuttled across the carpet. Ain't London wonderful!

This Saturday just gone (15th) we had another successful Q&A/signing at Borders in Leeds, and on Thursday (20th) we're doing a reading/Q&A/signing at Borders in Manchester Fort. The following Friday (28th) we're doing a panel entitled 'Writing Doctor Who' at the Children's Literature Festival in Bath, and then the following day we'll be off to Borders in Cardiff to round off a busy month's carousing.

As if all that wasn't enough, it's the British Fantasy Convention in Nottingham this weekend. I adore FantasyCon. I've been going for twenty years now, and I never fail to have a fantastic time with many of my favourite people in the world. This year's event looks like being a particularly busy one for me. I'm moderating two panels, one on Friday, one on Saturday, I'm presenting a British Fantasy Award at the banquet on Sunday, and I'm even up for an award myself (Best Non-fiction for Cinema Macabre). Plus no less than three books are being launched this weekend in which I have at least some involvement. One is, of course, the afore-mentioned Stitch, my second novel, originally published in 1991, which is being reissued as a beautiful hardback by Humdrumming. Another is The First Humdrumming Book of Horror Stories, for which I've written the introduction, and which, funnily enough, is also published by...well, I'll leave you to guess. And finally Best New Horror 18, edited by Steve Jones, which contains my story What Nature Abhors (and which isn't published by Humdrumming) will be launched on Saturday lunchtime with a signing of all attending contributors.

If I can get my act together, I'll put piccies of the covers of all these books up on the website soon and maybe even some of the Doctor Who signings...so stayed tuned.

Okay, well, I suppose I'd better go and write some books. Hope to see some of you at one or more of the above events.

Cheers for now. Mark x

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

On Tour

Yesterday was a momentous day in both my children's lives. It was my son, David's, 13th birthday, which means he is now officially no longer a child, but a teenager. And it was my daughter, Polly's, last day at primary school, which means that from now on she will catch a bus to and from school with her brother, and that I will never again walk round to meet either of my kids at the end of their school day.

It's an odd and rather sobering feeling. Life hinges on little milestones like this. Each one reminds us - should we need it - that life is an ever-progressing journey, that at no point can we get off and stop for a breather, that we simply have to sit tight until the bitter end, sustained only by the hope that our particular journey will be a long and happy one.

But enough of the existentialism, I hear you cry. We didn't come here for this! And so, in the best tradition of the great Trevor MacDonald (or is it McDonald? I can't be bothered to check), here is the news:

As I'm sure I've mentioned before, my Doctor Who book, Forever Autumn, will be out on September 6th, as a consequence of which our lovely publishers at Random House have decided to send myself and my fellow September authors - Paul Magrs and Mark Michalowski - on tour. The dates and times confirmed so far are:

Saturday 8th September
Signing at 10th Planet (12.00-3.00 pm). 10th Planet Ltd, Unit 37a Vicarage Field Shopping Centre, Ripple Road, Barking IG11 8DQ

Signing at Forbidden Planet (4.00-5.00 pm). Forbidden Planet, 179 Shaftesbury Avenue, London WC2H 8JR

Saturday 15th September
Reading/panel & signing at Borders Leeds (12.00-2.00pm). 94-96 Briggate, Leeds LS1 6NP

Thurday 20th September
Reading/panel & signing at Borders Manchester Fort (7.00-8.00pm). Manchester Fort Shopping Park, Cheetham Hill Road, Greater Manchester M8 8EP

Friday 28th September
Writing Doctor Who - a panel discussion with the three of us, plus Justin Richards (Doctor Who fiction range editor), Steve Cole (author) & Michael Stevens (Doctor Who range editor at BBC Audiobooks) at the Bath Festival of Children's Literature (7.00-8.00pm). Bath Guildhall, High Street, Bath.

As well as this, I'll be at the Festival of Fantastic Films in Manchester on the weekend of Friday August 31st-Sunday September 2nd, and at the British Fantasy Convention in Nottingham on the weekend of Friday September 21st-Sunday September 23rd.

So all in all, September's looking quite busy.

Those lovely fellers at Humdrumming are imminently about to reissue my first novel Toady as a 'Printed Paper Case' hardback. For those unfamiliar with the format, it's basically a hard-backed book where the artwork is printed onto the boards themselves rather than on a separate dust jacket. If you still don't know what I'm on about, check out the Doctor Who and Torchwood range of novels published by BBC Books, or some of the more affordable hardbacks that the wonderful PS Publishing are currently releasing. The reason Humdrumming have decided to do this is because it looks much nicer than the oversized paperback they released last year, and yet is actually cheaper to produce, and therefore cheaper for potential readers to buy, so everyone's a winner.

Hot on the heels of the re-release of Toady will be my second novel Stitch, again in the same format. We're hoping to get Stitch out in time for a launch at the British Fantasy Convention in September, and until then Toady will be available in its new format at the special price of £9.99 direct from Humdrumming's website (see the address on my Links page) - so get 'em while they're hot!

I've read some cracking books recently: Blaze by Richard Bachman/Stephen King (this is a novel King originally wrote and then discarded in the early 70s, but which has now been re-edited and pared to the bone - and is all the better for it); The Road by Cormac McCarthy (stunning, heart-rending stuff that speaks volumes about both the futility and the nobility of life); and Blood of Angels by my old mate Mike Marshall Smith, here writing as Michael Marshall (I'd fallen behind with Mike's stuff, so am desperately trying to catch up, especially after reading this, which is a page-turning stunner of a thriller).

Film-wise, I've seen a whole slew of horribly sleazy but often hilarious early 70s British movies recently with a friend of mine who has the same warped tastes. In recent weeks we've watched Pete Walker's The Flesh & Blood Show, an astonishing little oddity called Bizarre (shown in Soho cinemas circa 1970 under the more salacious title, Secrets of Sex), and a seedy little London-set psycho thriller called Night After Night After Night, which involves a high court judge who kills young women whilst dressed in fetish gear (don't ask). As well as these, I've also seen Hannibal Rising (far better than I was expecting), Dellamorte Dellamore, a deliriously bonkers spanish zombie movie starring Rupert Everett, and a flawed but interesting little UK horror film called The Toybox. Oh, and blockbuster-wise the family and I went to see Pirates at the Caribbean at World's End, which I thoroughly enjoyed, Shrek 3, which we all thought was far better than Shrek 2 and so were rather baffled at the bad press it has been getting, and Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix, which, even at two and a half hours, I thought was a bit sketchy and disappointing - and completely confusing to those who hadn't read the book.

Finally, just wanted to share this with you. It's the artwork for my forthcoming novel The Deluge, out in December from Leisure Books in the US. I think it's a really striking piece of work. If you get chance, let me know what you think.

Cheers till next time.

Monday, June 25, 2007

More nominations for Cinema Macabre

Is it winter already? Did I somehow fall asleep and miss six months? It's hammering it down with rain as I type these words, just as it has been doing pretty much solidly for the past 10 days.

And I've got flu. Not just 'man-flu', but proper flu: streaming nose, pounding headache, a throat so sore that even a sip of water feels like broken glass in my throat, and aching limbs full of hot molten lead.

It isn't the flu, though, that has prevented me from updating this blog for the past few weeks. No, I've had chronic computer/broadband connection problems, which has neccessitated me having to call out my computer guy, Mike, on three separate occasions. On each of the first two occasions he would seem to have fixed the problem, but then half an hour or so after he'd gone, the broadband connection would flicker and die again. It was very frustrating, particularly as I couldn't send emails. I could collect them by dialling up my old Virgin account, but I couldn't reply to them. No doubt people just thought I was being terribly rude.

Oh, and another thing that happened is that our car died on us. I know very little about computers, and even less about cars, but from what I can remember the cam belt (is that right?That's what it sounded like when the mechanic was explaining it) sheared off, went into the engine and damaged all the points. Or something. Anyway, basically, our car in full working order was worth about £1200 (we've had it a long time and it's done a lot of miles), and it would have cost us £1500 to repair the damage. So we cleared out all our rubbish - 6 years' accumulation of CDs, sweet wrappers, bits of paper containing scribbled directions to friends' houses, hair clips, water bottles and God knows what else - and sold the disabled wreck for £450. We've ordered a new car off the internet, but it won't be ready to pick up until the middle of next week at the earliest. So we hired a car last week and I promptly scraped it on our metal gate, pulling into the drive. Ouch.

Remember I told you that I'd had a really good week about a month ago? Hmm, well it now seems it's payback time.

There has been some good news amid all this doom and gloom, however, chief amongst which is the fact that Cinema Macabre has been nominated for a couple more awards! I was delighted and surprised to learn that the book has been nominated for a prestigious International Horror Guild Award, again in the Non-Fiction category, and that it has also been long-listed for a British Fantasy Award. Hurray!

The IHG Awards will be presented at this year's World Fantasy Convention in Saratoga Springs, New York, at the beginning of November. I won't be there personally, so I've asked my friend, Sarah Pinborough, to pick it up for me, should I win.

The British Fantasy Awards will be presented, as always, at this year's British Fantasy Convention in Nottingham over the weekend of September 21st-23rd. I'm definitely planning to be at FantasyCon, though before that I'll be at the BFS Awards Showcase on July 7th, which is to be held at Ye Olde Cock Tavern, 22 Fleet Street, London EC4, from 6:30pm onwards. Ostensibly an opportunity for nominees to promote their work, it's really just a chance for a good old knees-up with old friends. If you're planning on being there, please come up and say hi. Who knows, I may even buy you a drink!

Work-wise I'm cracking on with my Hellboy novel, The All-Seeing Eye, at the moment, after which I have to write a 50,000 word novella for a US publisher (who hasn't officially announced the book yet, so I'd better not say too much at present). As well as that I have to do some re-writes to a novel I 'finished' about a year ago called Cold Harbour, in which a couple of publishers are showing some interest -- all of which, together with a few other bits and bobs (like the screenplay I'm writing, on and off, with my old mate Tim Lebbon), is going to keep me busy until at least Christmas.

I'll end with a rundown of what's currently floating my boat in the world of TV, books, films and music. So:

Currently reading: A Thing of Unspeakable Horror - The History of Hammer Films by Sinclair McKay.

Currently watching: Doctor Who (after a mid-season lull, starting with the disappointing Daleks in Manhattan, the series has really picked up again), highlights from this past weekend's Glastonbury Festival and lots of sleazy British horror movies from the 60s and 70s (I've watched both Assault and Night After Night After Night in the past couple of weeks)

Currently listening to: lots of reggae. Plus Paul Weller, The Adverts, The White Stripes & The Arctic Monkeys.

Cheers for now! Hope to see some of you on July 7th!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

A Good Week

The majority of my working life is spent sitting at my computer, toiling away at whatever latest project I'm working on, with nothing much happening from one week to the next. Occasionally, though, I have weeks where lots of good stuff comes in a rush, and last week turned out to be one of those. Here's what happened:

On Tuesday I travelled to Lincoln to take part in the Lincoln Book Festival. Lincoln is a northern cathedral city with the feel of a small town. Our hotel was opposite the cathedral itself, in a beautiful part of town full of steep, winding, cobbled streets, quaint cafes and the best kind of second-hand bookshops - musty and labyrinthine. I say "our" hotel because I was attending the Festival with a couple of old mates, Simon Clark and Graham Joyce. Our evening event was listed simply as 'Masters of the Macabre', and ultimately took the form of a freewheeling discussion, which ended up encompassing such topics as 'horror' stories and writing in general, our own personal influences, ancient superstitions and human belief systems, and lots more besides. The audience was modest, but attentive and enthusiastic, and to be honest we could all have rabbited on for far longer than our allotted ninety minutes. Everyone went away happy, judging by the feedback we received, and afterwards Graham, Simon and I had a curry and a few drinks with the Festival organisers. A thoroughly enjoyable night.

A couple of days later I was in Borders bookstore in Leeds when who should walk in but crime writer and thoroughly nice bloke, John Connolly. I don't know John very well, but we'd done a panel together at last year's FantasyCon, so I wandered over to say hi. He was on a whistle-stop tour of the UK to promote his latest novel, The Unquiet (doing something like four towns and cities a day), and promptly invited me out to lunch at his publisher's expense. So, once his signing was out of the way, off we toddled to a nearby Chinese restaurant and its all-you-can-eat lunchtime buffet, where we stuffed ourselves silly and chatted about writing for an hour. Lovely.

A further pleasant surprise was waiting for me when I arrived home. I had an email from old pal and editor extraordinaire, Steve Jones, saying he'd like to buy a story of mine, What Nature Abhors (which originally appeared in Night Visions 12), for Best New Horror 18. As I've only appeared in BNH once before, in volume 12, I was well-chuffed. As far as I'm concerned, BNH is the annual benchmark for genre excellence, and it's a privilege to be included.

And as if all that wasn't enough, on Saturday I received - again, out of the blue, having only delivered the novel a few weeks before - the excellent cover for my forthcoming Doctor Who book, Forever Autumn. If all goes well, and I've followed my webmeister Ariel's instructions properly, you should be able to see the cover here:



Lovely, isn't it?

Sunday, May 13, 2007

In between days

It's one of those strange in-between times at the moment, where I've finished and delivered one book and am gearing myself up for the next.
The book I finished was my Doctor Who book, Forever Autumn, which I delivered about 2 weeks ago. Since then I've been planning my Hellboy book (have to do this reasonably thoroughly as the deadline is tight and the word limit is fairly strict, so I can't afford to go off on wild creative tangents), jotting fairly extensive notes for a novella, which is deadlined for November, fiddling about with a short story, and looking at an unsold novel I finished about 2 years ago, with a view to doing some fairly extensive re-writes for a publisher who may be interested in it.
Put like that, it seems as if I've been busy, but plotting books and making notes and doing research never feels like 'proper' work to me. I feel as if I'm tinkering, mucking around, and although I know this is all part of the process (part of my process anyway), I'm still constantly aware of that little voice in the back of my head telling me that I ought to be sitting down and doing some proper writing.
However, after a week or so of trying to untangle the knots and smooth out the creases, I have now (thank god) finally managed to thrash out the plot of Hellboy: The All-Seeing Eye. And this weekend I actually managed to sit down and write the first 2,000 words of it! You'd think I'd be happy with that, wouldn't you, but bloody hell, it was hard work! That's the trouble with taking a break from 'proper' writing. You come back to find that your creative muscles have gone a bit rusty, a bit flabby. It usually takes me about a week to get back into the flow again, during which time I stomp about in my study a lot, wondering why I can't do the simplest of things without a struggle - like get a character up a flight of stairs, for instance, or construct the most straight-forward of conversations.
Anyway, enough of the creative angst. After all, as my non-writing friends are always telling me when I try to explain how this feels: Stop being a pretentious twat. After all, it's not as though you work for a living.
Here, then, is the good news:
My Doctor Who book has been extremely well-received by range editor, Justin Richards, who had only a few minor editorial suggestions to make about it - in fact, I dealt with his concerns and sent the manuscript back to him within 3 days.
On April 28th I attended, and took part in, the 2nd Alt.Fiction Festival in Derby, which was a tremendous success. Fantastic organisation (kudos to Alex Davis & the gang), a brilliant turn-out and a lively, enthusiastic and moreover positive atmosphere, which really made me feel that after too many years in the doldrums the horror genre is (cautiously and slowly) on the up again. Certainly the message from editors and publishers seemed to be that horror was no longer persona non grata in their eyes. In fact, several of them admitted that they were actively looking for supernatural fiction, which is great news. It'll be interesting to see what happens over the next year or so.
(Whilst at Alt.Fiction, incidentally, someone asked me what it was like to be a character in a Graham Joyce novel. As I had no idea what he was talking about, he had to explain that the two "hottest guys in school" in Graham's teen novel, Do the Creepy Thing, were called Mark Morris and Conrad Williams. Naturally I bought a copy of the book and read it immediately, and I have to say that (regardless of the whole name-thing) it's a terrific book. Afterwards I happened to mention to another writing pal of mine, Sarah Pinborough, that Graham had named the best-looking guy in school in Do the Creepy Thing after me. Her response? "Graham always did have a good imagination." Hmph.)
I've got a new agent. Hurrah! A few weeks ago I joined the John Jarrold Literary Agency, and am delighted with how things are going so far. John is an enthusiastic & knowledgeable champion of the genre, and has welcomed me to the agency with open arms. I'm already very excited with his plans for my work, and am really looking forward to what I hope will be a long and fruitful partnership. Plus he does a fantastic Dave Allen impression! What more could you ask for from an agent?
Just before I go, let me mention that I'll be appearing at the Lincoln Book Festival this coming Tuesday (15th), where I'll be appearing on a panel with the aforementioned Graham Joyce and Simon Clark. If you fancy coming along, it's at the Lincoln Drill Hall, and the festival box office number is 01522 873894.
Cheers for now.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Back from Toronto

First of all, I'm an idiot. I'm still a bit new to this whole blogging thing, and have only just realised - after wondering why I wasn't getting any comments on the stuff I'd been saying (or rather, just assuming that either a) it wasn't interesting enough to comment on, b) no one was reading it, or c) both) that I've had a whole bunch of comments - well, 7 or so - that I wasn't aware of. So, to all those who have commented, can I just say thanks a lot for taking the time and effort to get back to me, and sorry if I seemed to be ignoring you. I appreciate all your comments and am delighted that you all seem to like the site. And incidentally, the winner of the signed copy of The Immaculate (assuming that she wants one) is Liz Massie! Hooray! Liz, if you drop me a line with your address I'll stick one in the post to you pronto.

Okay, so...WHC in Toronto. What a fantastic time I had. Of course, this is a massive generalisation, but overall the horror community is populated by the funniest, wittiest, cleverest, most warm-hearted, generous bunch of people you could ever hope to meet, and I feel truly privileged to call many of them my friends. As well as great mates like Tim Lebbon, Sarah Pinborough, Pete & Nicky Crowther, Ramsey & Jenny Campbell, Conrad Williams and Steve Jones (who I see on a fairly regular basis - though it's never often enough), it was also brilliant to catch up with old friends I hadn't seen for far too long - Mike & Paula Smith, Pete & Dana Atkins, the lovely Chris Golden, and a whole bunch of others too numerous to name here. We talked and we laughed and we drank, and the four days just flew by - too fast, too fleeting. And - as often happens at conventions - by the end of it I'd added several new friends to the list, principally Steve Volk (who flew to Toronto and back with Tim & I, and who, by the end of the weekend, I felt I'd known for years), and Nate & Nicole Kenyon, who I spent most of Sunday evening chatting to when a bunch of us went for a meal in the revolving restaurant at the top of the CN Tower, which I'm reliably informed is the tallest building in the world (and which has a glass floor, through which you can look hundreds of feet down to the ground below. Gulp).

Work-wise at WHC, I moderated a couple of panels and did a reading. My first panel was an interesting experience. It was on the Thursday night at 11pm (which for me was 4am Friday morning). I had woken up in a London hotel room at 7:00 that morning, and had said to Tim, who I was sharing the room with, "Hey, I've got a panel in 21 hours". We'd then done all the airport check-in stuff, flown to Toronto, got settled into the hotel, had a few drinks in the bar, been out for a meal (our fourth of that strange, elongated first day) and suddenly, jet-lagged and woozy, there I was trying to lead the discussion on a late-night panel attended by a rowdy, vociferous, enthusiastic audience. A bit of a baptism of fire, but great fun nonetheless. The theme of the panel was "What exactly is Horror?" An impossible question to answer, of course, but we did our best and (at least from the favourable comments I received afterwards) kept the audience entertained. I was ably assisted on that first panel by Michael Arnzen, Gary Braunbeck, Brian Keene and Deborah LeBlanc - lovely people, all. Fuelled by Brian Keene's Knob Hill (don't ask), we ultimately concluded that Horror couldn't be defined, because it meant different things to different people. A cop-out maybe, but the only possible answer. And so to bed.

For my reading on the Saturday afternoon I decided to do a chapter and a half of my forthcoming Leisure novel, The Deluge. It was the first time the material had had any sort of public airing, and it seemed to go down well (no one walked out or fell asleep, at any rate). I got a reasonably good audience - maybe fifteen or twenty people - and the reading venue was great: small, intimate, with round tables and an armchair for the reader to sit in if he or she wished to do so (though I stood; for some reason I can't read out loud sitting down). This, for me, is one of the favourite parts of my job. I love doing public readings of my work - though the one bit I'm not keen on, if I'm reading a section from a novel, as I was here, is setting the scene in context. I always feel as though I blunder and fumble through this bit, either saying too much or too little. No one else seemed to notice, though - or if they did, they didn't admit it.

My final panel, at 10am on the Sunday morning (the traditional and much-loved hangover panel) was lots of fun. I really enjoyed this one. I was moderating again and had as my fellow panellists Pete Atkins, David Morrell, Yvonne Navarro and Tony Richards. Our theme this time was "Don't give up the day job: the current state of horror". This was one of those panels where everyone had a lot to say, the audience were attentive and interested and had tons of questions to ask, and where, to be honest, we could have rambled on for hours.

On the Saturday night, of course, was the traditional Stoker banquet, where I was up for an award for Cinema Macabre in the Best Non-Fiction Category. Awards are funny things. I never really think about them until about an hour before they're due to be presented, and then I get terribly nervous. As Pete Crowther had said at the PS Publishing party the night before, the only people who say awards aren't important are those who don't have any awards, and he's right. Awards - and award nominations - are a way of letting you know that your peers and your readers are aware of your work and they're enjoying what you're doing. Although Cinema Macabre got the biggest cheer when the nominees were read out (possibly something to do with all the drunken Brits in the audience), it didn't win. That, for me, now makes a personal tally of nine award nominations and nine defeats. Always the bridesmaid... I was disappointed for about five minutes, but felt better once I'd gone over and punched the winner in the face (that's a joke, by the way). After the banquet, myself, Steve Volk (who'd been up for Best Short Story) & Chris Golden (nominated for Best Novella) hosted a Losers Party in the bar.

Aside from all this fun and frivolity, I also did a good bit of business at the convention. I can't say too much at the moment in case it all collapses around my ears, but I had lunch with an editor at a major US publisher, which I'm hoping will lead to something, spoke briefly to my editor at Leisure, Don D'Auria, who seemed keen to see another horror novel from me for next year, and I also had a meeting with Paul Miller from Earthling, with a view to me writing something for their novellas range. All good stuff, and it means that I've got more than enough to keep me busy for at least the next year or so.

Since getting back from Toronto, I've been working hard on my Doctor Who novel, Forever Autumn, which is deadlined for the end of this month. I've only got about 8,000 words left to write now, so hopefully will be putting the finishing touches to it by this time next week, if not before. I've thoroughly enjoyed writing this. It's been a pleasure from start to finish. Once Doctor Who is out of the way, I've got some bits and pieces of editing to do on various upcoming projects, a few novel/novella proposals to thrash out, and then I'll be launching into my Hellboy novel, The All-Seeing Eye, which I'm also really looking forward to.

Before I go, a quick mention of an upcoming event: on Saturday 28th April I'll be appearing at the second Alt.Fiction Day at the Assembly Rooms in Derby. This is a day of panels, readings and workshops devoted to horror/fantasy/science-fiction. Last year's event was a huge success and this year's looks set to be even better. Organiser Alex Davis has gathered together an absolutely stellar line-up of genre folk, including the likes of Iain Banks, Ramsey Campbell, Stephen Gallagher, Graham Joyce, Pete Crowther, Sarah Ash, Mike Carey, Peter Hamilton, Mark Chadbourn, Harry Harrison...the list goes on. The whole thing starts at mid-day (I think) and finishes around 9pm. I'll be appearing with my old muckers, Tim Lebbon and Sarah Pinborough, at 7pm, where we'll each be doing a reading and answering questions from the audience. It should be a great day, so please come along if you can. All the information about the event can be found at www.derby.gov.uk/LeisureCulture/ArtsEntertainment/altfiction.htm

Oh, and if you do come, don't forget to set your videos for the Daleks on Doctor Who...

Monday, March 26, 2007

Hellboy is go!

My head's buzzing at the moment and I don't know whether I'm coming or going. The day after tomorrow I head down to London, prior to flying out to Toronto on Thursday lunchtime for the World Horror Convention 2007. I can't wait, but I'm currently at that stage where I'm thinking constantly of all the stuff I've still got to do and organise before I go.

I'm flying out with Tim Lebbon and Steve Volk, and once we arrive at our hotel, which should be late afternoon local time on Thursday, we'll be swelling the ranks of what this year promises to be an extremely impressive British contingent. Off the top of my head, the UK attendees include Steve Jones & Mandy Slater, Pete & Nicky Crowther, Mike & Paula Smith, Ramsey & Jenny Campbell, Les & Val Edwards, Brian Lumley, Pete Atkins, Sarah Pinborough, Conrad Williams, Christopher Teague, Garys Fry & McMahon, Tony Richards, Dot Lumley, L.H. Maynard and M.P.N. Sims. If there are other Brits in attendance that I've forgotten about, I apologise profusely. Blame my frazzled brain.

I've got a pretty busy schedule while I'm there. I'm moderating two panels, doing a reading, and will be attending both the PS Publishing launch party for various titles, including the new bumper edition of PostScripts (#10), in which I've got a story, Nothing Prepares You, and the World Horror Awards Banquet, where I (or rather Cinema Macabre) am/is up for a Stoker Award in the Best Non-Fiction category.

Aside from all that, though, I'm just looking forward to catching up with many old and dear friends, as well as hopefully making a few new ones. One friend I'm particularly looking forward to seeing is Chris Golden, who I met briefly at the World Horror Convention in New York in 2005, and then got to know properly at the World Fantasy Convention in Wisconsin a few months later. Chris is a great guy - warm-hearted, generous and with a fantastic sense of humour - and it's thanks to him that I today received the news that I've been commissioned by Dark Horse in the US to write a Hellboy novel. It was Chris who instigated this, and it's been Chris who has been working tirelessly behind the scenes for several months now, trying to make it happen.

And now it has. I received the official green light today. So once I've finished playing with my Doctor Who toys, I'll be delving into the Hellboy toybox for a while. Does life get much more fun than this?

There's no deadline or publication date for Hellboy yet, but I can tell you that the novel will be called The All-Seeing Eye, or more precisely Hellboy: The All-Seeing Eye.

In the meantime, I'm still having a fantastic time working on my Doctor Who novel, Forever Autumn. I've been working at the rate of approximately 10,000 words a week, so after three weeks I'm about two-thirds of the way through. Obviously with Toronto coming up I'm not going to get much done on the book for the next week or so, but I anticipate finishing it around mid to late April, in readiness for the September 6th publication date. I've had so much fun doing it - and have made a couple of great new friends along the way in my fellow September Who authors, Paul Magrs & Mark Michalowski - that I only hope they like it enough to let me do another one.

And while we're on the subject, I must set the video for Doctor Who this Saturday, so that I can sit down and watch episode 1 of the new series with Nel and the kids when I get back. Each new Doctor Who episode is a real event in our house, as I know it is in many houses throughout the country.

Just one other quick snippet of news before I go: remember I mentioned in a previous column that I'd written a story called The All-Nighter? Well, I'm now delighted to report that I've sold the story to Garys Fry & McMahon for their forthcoming movie-themed anthology Paging Mr Hitchcock. PMH will be a kind of companion volume to their previous excellent anthology Poe's Progeny. Published by Gray Friar Press, it's due for publication (I think) towards the end of this year or early next.

And that's it. My brain really is frazzled now, so if any of the above seems incoherent or inordinately rambly then I apologise.

Right, next stop, Toronto. Speak to you when I get back!