John Rickards is... the Nameless Horror

I Remember This…

It’s easy to forget how tricky it can be starting to think out a new book. The terrible emptiness of one’s brainpan, the sheer random meaninglessness of notes made earlier. I’d gotten as far as beginning to map out something vaguely coherent when an entirely different idea came to me last night and I might - its marketability allowing - go for that instead.

One thing that it looks like I will be trying is a side project - not two books at once, but one purely as a couple of hundred words a day kinda hobby - currently in my notebook as GODSLAYER.

My mum would be so proud.

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