After Us |99p Kindle Sale!

KINDLE BOOK SALE | Melissa Holden, Mark Looker, Edd Hodsdon and Lorna Holland

To celebrate the appearance of colder, shorter winter nights and crunchy autumn leaves, we’ve decided to put AFTER US on sale!


When the world ends, what comes AFTER US?

Featuring stories from Edd Hodsdon, Melissa Holden, Lorna Holland, and Mark Looker, AFTER US explores the effects of an apocalypse on the survivors.

AFTER the apocalypse the laws and rules of the old world bind US no more, and mankind’s true, savage nature takes over.

AFTER the apocalypse, none of US will ever be the same again…


Stories Include: Behind Bars, Cure In Age, Keep Your Friends Close, Lonely In A Crowd, Strangers On The Road, Silent Screams, Sally Lin

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Life Gets In The Way of Writing

I often find that my life gets in the way of my writing career.

This isn’t to say I’m not progressing, but in reference to the physical act of pen to paper – I just don’t have the time.

This year has been particularly taxing on my writing, with Her Campus; university; work and several personal issues. As well as looking for a new place to live; attempting to maintain what is left of my social life since I moved to Canterbury; blogging, attempting to date a guy; and all the while fit in some sleep and time to eat at least one meal a day.

I know it’s all part of the course I’m on in life, but sometimes I just want to tell my life to move out of my way, and actually let me write.

I think most writers can sympathise with this notion: the vicious circle – you can’t live without a paid job, but your job gets in the way of your writing. The only reason I do anything is for my writing, but my life is stopping me writing. A tragic trap for any writer.

I can only hope, that once I’ve graduated, my writing will suffer that little bit less, and I can finally dedicate the majority of my time to “killing my darlings”.  

Silent Disco

I went to a silent disco last night with a friend from uni, and it was one of the weirdest things ever.

Picture this: a club full of people dancing, but they’re no music playing. Not out loud anyway!

Upon entry, everyone was given a set of headphones, with two channels on it. Two channels equals two DJ’s.  Me and my friends spent half the night yelling at each other about which channel we should be on!

Weird, but fun: silent disco’s are something I would highly recommend. If only to take off the headphones and listen to a room full of people screaming along to songs that aren’t playing. 

Exhausted Writers

It’s been a long week, what with Christmas, and me travelling back and forth from Dartford to Canterbury.

Going home, especially for the holidays, has always been hard for my writing.

So I want to know what keeps you motivated when you just can’t be bothered to write. 

Daily Prompt: My Number One

For today’s Daily Prompt, click here.

When I saw this prompt on my reader, I knew exactly who to talk about. My best friend, lover, ex, and confidant: Felix.

If he ever sees this, he will kill me, but I don’t care. We talk every day, either via Skype or text, we Snapchat, we talk about the most mundane things in the world, and the most serious.

I cherish his friendship because at the end of the day, when I feel awful, or when I can’t talk to my girlfriends, he’s there, and I can rant to him.

When I released my book, he was the first to say well done and how impressed he was. That meant a lot to me, considering my mom hasn’t even finished reading it.

He doesn’t get mad when he’s annoyed me and I blog about it: he finds it funny.

When I was head over heels in love with him (which thank god I’m not now), he understood, and let me get on with it.

When I was struggling with my weight, he told me guys don’t care about weight. I know it was a lie, but still!

When I found out my ex-step father/boss/friend had cancer, he went with me to Canterbury Cathedral, and stood with me whilst I prayed for his safety. He didn’t make any sarcastic comments, he didn’t ask me why I was praying when I’m an atheist, he was just there for me.

When we are together in person, which isn’t very often because he lives in Canterbury, we have the best time. We can stay in all day and talk, eat pizza and veg out, and he doesn’t care. He even buys me pizza (he’s a vegetarian) when he knows I can’t afford it.

I hope he cherishes our friendship as much as I do, because I think I’m a pretty good best friend. I hope he thinks so to.


The clocks ticking… and I’m at work (Blog entry)

So it’s three days until Christmas, and I’m at work. In Canterbury…

Luckily, my train home is today at 3:25! I’ve picked up my tickets, I’ve got all the presents, all my clothes are packed. Everything is in my locker at work waiting for me to finish.

Hopefully it will have all dried by then! I got absolutely soaked on the way back from the train station.

It was lovely and sunny, if a bit chilly when I left the house this morning. Then it started drizzling. Then the wind picked up.

By the time I got to work, I was drenched head to toe. All of my clothes are damp, the wrapped presents are wet, and will most likely need re-wrapping; my work cardigan was dripping (luckily I had packed a spare). My umbrella broke, my hood wouldn’t stay up, my shoes are wet and have holes in.

And to top it all off, I am now at work, counting down to 3pm, when I then have to run to my locker, put all these wet scarfs and cardigans on, pick up my soaked rucksack and handbag, and run to the train station.

Doesn’t help that I have never caught a train from Canterbury West before: East if my usual, but due to predicted weather warnings, East are not running my train over the Christmas period. So on top of it all, I have no idea where I’m going once I’m inside the station.

And, once I get off the train in Ebbsfleet International, I’ll then have to spend 45 minutes on a bus, full of old people. I hate buses. I’m claustrophobic, I’m soaked.

By and by, I’m not a very happy writer today.

Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone! 🙂