Coming soon - September Shorts. It's a simple 30 day blogging project where I put some words down every day from September 1st to 30th, partly to keep me fresh and force some discipline, partly because an August almost entirely away from the laptop gets me itchy for further word-countage.

The posts won't be long ones, tho. They'll capture a moment or summarise a simple idea. And because my new book, Storycraft comes out sometime around August 2019 (co-written with the brilliant Jon Mayhew) some of the posts - about half, I reckon - will make some reference to the resources, activities and ideas in that book.

Aa-aanyway. Payback is one! Happy birthday, pal. Being one today, I expect you'll be covered in spit and cake, cacking your nappy and getting all colicky on us. Payback's had an exciting first year. Shortlisted for the Leeds Book Award, shortlisted for the North East Book Award, due out in Poland soon, and a whisker away from a BBC Studios deal... (boy, that was a tough one to see fall through,) it's been a blast.

Though if I'm honest mate, you're sort of yesterday's news, what with another novel on the way and a non-fic book out in sometime last week. I'll be removing the Payback banners and going all Storycraft on the blog's header when I can be arsed.

I know. Bet you can't wait. 

Five years ago it was April of 2014 and my first book, an MG fantasy-adventure called The Poison Boy was published... to very little fanfare.

Yesterday, after a final frenzied hammer at my laptop and a double-check with my co-author, I sent Storycraft to the publisher. Which, though I recognise it's far from finished, nevertheless draws book seven to a sort-of close.

In the last five years I've been hugely lucky. I struck another two deals for YA novels, got a gig with an educational publisher for a study-skills text-book, and managed to persuade them to publish a further two. Seven books in five years hasn't been easy, though.

And in between the successes there have been three abandoned novels that reached 30,000 words or so before being relegated to the Hangfire Smokehouse (the what? I hear you ask... check Hangfire for further details), there's been a change of career and a change of agent. There's been the small matter of raising a wonderful daughter - she's eight now - and staying afloat financially.

In short.... there's been a lot happening for a long time.

So I'm going to try and slow down for a little while. I've got a new book to be working on. I'll still be back here to share pedestrian observations and inane updates for the three or four of you who care ;-)

But for now, some time to reflect, decelerate and just write. Best wishes for 2019 - see you soon.

The Cycle Courier Challenge is an experiment in creativity that I've been messing with for some time for inclusion in a new book, Storycraft. There's a pretty decent KS4 lesson in this blogpost. Feel free to give it a go and collect a whole-class worth of answers. Get them to me and I'll include them in the book if there's space.

To play, you'll need...

• a spare five minutes
• one sheet of A4 paper (or the comments box at the bottom of this post)
• a list of numbers, 1-10 down the side of your paper. 

Get settled. Ready? Good.

In this activity, your job is to list ideas in response to a scenario that’s given below. I'm going to ask you for ten of them. Before you read the scenario, though, here’s what we’re interested in – seeing when your best and most original ideas emerge. Is your first idea your favourite? Second or third? Is your tenth idea your most original? Or are all of them, in your opinion, terrible?

So as you list your ideas you must do it chronologically, in the order you get them. Be completely uncritical. If a bad idea springs to mind, record it. If all ten are bad in your opinion, that’s fine.

Now for the scenario. Think of the cycle couriers you see in all towns and cities. They usually zoom around on their bikes weaving in and out of traffic. Their bikes have large square delivery boxes on them, usually because they’re ferrying takeaway food like pizza.

Now consider this. What if every cycle courier in your nearest town or city looked as if they were delivering fast food, but really it was a disguise…and they were delivering something else entirely?
What could the something else be?

OK – you’re off. Make a chronological list of possibilities:

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

Now that you’ve made your list you might want to consider the following:

1. Give every idea a score between 1 and 5. Then design and plot a simple graph to illustrate where your good ideas came – early, late or somewhere in the middle?
2. Just choose your favourite idea – the one you consider the best and most original. Then pick your least exciting idea. Where did the best and worst ideas come in the process?

These two activities should give you a chance to reflect on when your best ideas come. Straightaway… or with persistence? Have a look at my responses and see what you think:

1. Guns
2. Coffee
3. Party cakes
4. Smuggled pets
5. Bricks
6. Chopped-off Heads
7. Stakes for killing vampires
8. Doorways to other worlds
9. Universes
10. A very slow prison break – one limb at a time.

I reckon some of these a pretty good, but most are terrible. If you've got a list of responses in front of you, perhaps from classmates, look for patterns in the responses. You might want to consider choosing one of the following investigations:

1. Call answers 1-4 are ‘early answers’. What are the characteristics of early answers? What ideas do our imaginations generate at the beginning of a challenge? Answers 5-7 are ‘middle answers’. Answers 8-10 are ‘late answers’; are there particular characteristics of answers as the challenge goes on? Where are the best answers most commonly found in your opinion? Are there exceptions to this?
2. Why are the good ideas good? It doesn’t matter where they appear – collect the answers you consider to be the best. Then try and describe why they are successful.
3. What characterises weaker ideas? Collect together all the ideas that seem familiar, dull or uninteresting. Why don’t they work? 
4. Generate a list of rules for yourself about idea generation. Storyboard artist Emma Coats helps make movies for Pixar. She’s responsible for the hugely popular ’22 rules of storytelling’, an online article that has been read by millions of aspiring writers. Rule 12 is “Discount the 1st thing that comes to mind. And the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th – get the obvious out of the way. Surprise yourself.” Do the results of the Cycle Courier Challenge support this advice?

That's it. Enjoy!

In 1999, sports journalist Jonathan Rendall wrote Twelve Grand. It was published by Yellow Jersey Press which I think was Harper Collins’ sports imprint. It was about gambling. Yellow Jersey gave him a twelve-grand advance on the condition he gambled it all. They envisaged a straightforward account of wins and losses and some funny stories, perhaps with a tally of progress at the end of each chapter.

Rendall didn’t want to play ball. Instead he reckoned the story needed to be one of disaster. He descended into alcoholism, quickly lost everything and had a breakdown. His prose collapses as the book goes on – by the end he’s unable to put full sentences together. It’s brave and brilliant on the one hand, bonkers nonsense on the other. I was twenty-seven and loved it.

After Twelve Grand I read everything Rendall wrote, partly because he looked frickin' terrific, partly because I was worried about him. He seemed so unhinged, utterly addicted to self-destruction. My memories are hazy but I recall loving a weekly piece about games and gambling for one paper – the Indie maybe – and a column about drinking for The Observer Food Magazine. He never seemed to hold down gigs for long. I guess editors couldn’t stand his disregard for deadlines.

His last book, Garden Hopping, was another examination of complete self-destruction. I’m pretty sure that this time he’s split with his wife, left his kids and is homeless by the end. It was as if every project required a slow-motion explosion of chaos and devastation.

No-one knows exactly when he died. His body was discovered late January of 2013 in his Ipswich flat. He’d been there for some time – apparently he rarely ate when consumed by a project and often passed out from hunger exhaustion or drink. He was writing an epic biography of Mike Tyson called Scream. This time it killed him.

Tom Rendall’s name in Payback is a hat-tip to Jonathan Rendall. Every now again I remember him and re-read his last interviews, reviews of his books and the couple of obituaries that still exist online.

​Today is one of those times.

I was chatting to an acquaintance about his NYE plans. Turns out he does the same thing every year; goes to an old school friend’s house. There’s dinner and drinks and then, as the night wears on, the vinyl comes out and everyone contributes to a remember-this reminiscence session. The Pixies, The Clash, The Smiths, Joy Division…

I thought a lot about this after he’d gone. Would I enjoy the same sort of night? The answer came quickly. In a word, no. In three words? No, no no. There’s a reason I’ve never attended any sort of reunion ever… I just can’t get with nostalgia. I haven’t got time. Maybe if people would stop making new stuff for like a month or something?

Here’s a for instance. Two days ago I heard a remix of Enter Shikari’s 2017 track Rabble Rouser – it popped into my Spotify Release Radar – and it changed my life. I don’t consider this too much of an overstatement. I was absolutely bewitched. “I torture rock stars with pliers,” it begins. “They’re so stock it wouldn’t be a shock if I opened ‘em up to see wires.” Underneath, a relentless-uptempo-138-bpm drum-assault with layered vocal hisses and shouts plus bonus bleeps and pops. Yum.

Anyway, now I have to explore their album and Spotify’s algorithm will lead me down a rabbit-hole of similar bands. I’ll be in there for weeks. And I get at least two or three this-song-changes-everything moments a year. It's exhausting.

My capacity to be amazed is apparently limitless. This either makes me (i) a guileless knuckle-dragger so easy to impress the city-folk laugh at my wide-eyed idiocy or (ii) lucky. I wonder which it is.

​Perhaps a quick listen to Rabble Rouser will make up your mind…

Payback has been shortlisted for the Leeds Book Award - one of my fave regional awards and one with a fabulous website. I'm delighted! Also the good people of Trinity Academy asked for an interview. I did my best to be entertaining and interesting... but look at the quality of the finished result! The Teen Titles crew have done a top job on this. Stunning stuff, and three great reviews too. My thanks to Amelia, Rebecca and Sebastian for your thoughts on Payback and some really great interview questions.

All of which is making me feel kinda guilty about using the word wazz in my last post. I mean c'mon  folks. We're better than that right?

The trains from Cardiff to Manchester are crude utilitarian cattle-boxes. There’s two toilets, both generously awash with commuter-wazz. There are still those little cards atop each seat to indicate reservation – the kind last seen inside seventies library books. There are no charge-points, so my carriage is full of dudes in latte-coloured chinos swearing as their laptop batteries expire. We’re moving so slowly that when we briefly travel alongside a motorway, heavy goods vehicles overtake us.

I reckon the UK’s much-discussed productivity conundrum is largely down to the fact that for a quarter of a working day the entire country is trapped in airless work-free zones, phone-calls abandoned, emails and uploads deffed off. I’m writing this with a slim fraction of laptop energy left and listening to music on a phone in low power mode. Plus it’s night so the carriage windows are cruelly illuminated matt-sheen obsidian mirrors. I’m forced to regularly consider my reflection; unpleasant since I look like a homeless alcoholic.

Anyway, happy new year!

• I’m watching Simon Donald’s Fortitude Season One and having a fine time with it.
• I’ve been reading Stephen King's Desperation and Matt Wesolowski’s Six Stories. The latter not to be confused with that event space in Soho; instead think clever thriller of perception, memory and recorded voices.
• I’ve been re-reading Rupert Thomson’s The Insult and listening to drum and bass.
• Pods: Bear Brook – wonderful dark and frightening stuff – and Monster, The Zodiac Killer. Got my true-crime freak-on for 2019.
• Out of step as ever, I’ve just motored through a Game of Thrones graphic novel. Heads-up – it’s pretty good.

As I type the train is pulling into a town that looks like a Brexit-nest of Range Rovers and racists. The chaps in chinos and preparing to alight; no doubt fleeing for the warmth and liberally-available electricity of their suburban homes.

Three hours without a plug. It’s enough to drive a guy to drink. 

Regular readers - both of you - will know that last year I decided to read twelve huge books in 2018, having blogged about my problem with big books here.

I'm gonna be honest. It didn't happen. I read some big books, sure - seven of them, ahem - but the smaller ones kept tempting me too much. Here's some of what I got through this year. It started like this.... 

See? I even have a celebratory 'BB' label for epic reads. The Fireman was a blistering post-apocalyptic drama that sat curiously alongside Dan Smith's super-tense MG chiller Below Zero. I also thought it might pair nicely with The Stand; father and son even quoting the same Springsteen lyric at the start of their respective pandemic-epics. Have to say, though, I bought the fat Stand and it was waa-ay longer than the slim 600-pager I read back in the day. This bad boy came in at about 1,200 pages and didn't have the skinny pop-and-swagger I remember from my first read through. Clearly I've changed - many still consider it King's magnum opus but I'd take Buick 8 any day of the week. Nostalgia sent me back to Terry Brooks' work - I devoured it as a kid - and the staggeringly bad Netflix adaptation kept me there for a while.

But look at the little ones creeping in. PD James. Marcus Sedgwick. Michelle Paver. Alex Scarrow. Non-fic about creativity I'm reading for another project. I read Ignore Everybody in a day, dammit. Soon I was doomed to return to punchy-as-a-puppy-in-boxing-gloves YA thrillers. I've had a grand time with Nick Lake's There Will Be Lies, Karen McManus' One of Us is Lying, Martin Stewart's The Sacrifice Box, Tom Pollock's Red Wolf White Rabbit and Andrew Smith's Grasshopper Jungle. 

My fave of this year though? Drum-roll......... :

I'm waiting for news.

Writing news, that is. Which has got me thinking; back in 2012 I decided to enter my scruffy and ugly, nascent but promising story - Sleepwell and Fly, it was called - into the Times/Chicken House Children's Fiction competition. What followed was weeks of waiting for news. For a writer, waiting for news is good. It means total defeat hasn't yet darkened your door. There are still irons in the fire, right? All is not lost.

News came little-by-little following my competition entry. The longlist was announced... and I was on it. The shortlist announcement, I was told, would come in a few weeks. I was waiting for news again. The shortlist announced... and I was on it. The final winner would be announced in due course, I was informed. I was waiting for news again. Maybe you know how this story goes. I was phenomenally lucky... I won the competition and got my first novel published in 2014.

I was un-agented at the time, and being sort-of addicted to waiting for news, when Poison Boy came out, I sent it to twenty film companies with a covering letter. This would make a great movie, I told them. You'd do a fabulous job. I was naive, I knew then, but waiting for news had become kind of addictive. I was lucky; I got a couple of nice rejection letters.

My wife, a student studying Landscape Architecture back in 2015, got bitten by the bug and she too went on the hunt for waiting-for-news. There was a design competition offering a tasty prize for the winners. She put months into her entry, working alongside a colleague. The deadline came and went. All was quiet. She and I were waiting for news again. The news, when it came for her, was good. 

Some of the news I'm waiting on is Payback related, and maybe - if it happens - I'll get to share it here sometime soon.

Some of the news is related to a new project. I'm excited, scared, up one day and down the next. I'm a nervous wreck on Mondays, weirdly excited on Tuesdays, distracted on Wednesdays...

...but basically just thankful to be waiting for news.

I'd recommend trying it yourself. You could start here!