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April 14, 2015
A Second Past Midnight Blog Tour
Thanks to Pride Promotions, my latest book, A Second Past Midnight, is going on tour! On April 21st 2015, you'll be able to find it at the following locations.
Parker WilliamsCate AshwoodBayou Book JunkieMy Fiction NookBFD Book BlogWicked Faerie's Tales and ReviewsDivine MagazineMM Good Book Reviews3 Chicks After DarkInked Rainbow ReadsMolly LollyVelvet PanicFangirl Moments and My Two CentsElin GregoryNephylim
Parker WilliamsCate AshwoodBayou Book JunkieMy Fiction NookBFD Book BlogWicked Faerie's Tales and ReviewsDivine MagazineMM Good Book Reviews3 Chicks After DarkInked Rainbow ReadsMolly LollyVelvet PanicFangirl Moments and My Two CentsElin GregoryNephylim

Published on April 14, 2015 07:14
April 3, 2015
Life Lessons From Lil Bub
It's said that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. In the case of Lil Bub, she opened a bottling factory to sell the huge amounts of lemonade that she's been making.
At a year old, Bub was diagnosed with osteopetrosis and her owner was told it was only a matter of time before she became immobile.
Yet she defied all the odds and a video posted in September 2014 shows her unwavering determination and amazing recovery.
So what can we learn from this brave cat?
What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail? Would you climb mountains? Make movies? Trek to the North Pole? All to often we don't want to anything new because we fear failure. Don't believe that anything you do is doomed from the start. Follow your heart and see where it leads you.
Keep on going even if it seems like the battle is never-ending. Life gets tough. Life gets painful. But they're all experiences we can learn from. Take those unhappy moments and use them to build the life you want.
Never give up. The finish line may seem like a million miles away. But it gets closer with all that you do and with every passing day. Be determined and keep going. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Find your passion and walk, run, jump, or waddle with it. Love it with all your heart and embrace it as your own. It's not about making money or being famous. It's about finding that one thing that makes you smile every time you think about it.
Be confident, even if you think you can't. It'll get you a long way.
Positive mental attitude. Start every day thinking it's going to be the best day ever. Because you never know what's going to happen!
Be the light. Even if everyone around you is full of negativity and drama, be the one who makes them smile.
Happiness isn't a destination, it's a journey.
Spread a little love, magic, and positivity along the way!
You can view the video of Bub's miraculous recovery below. Be prepared to smile!
Good job, Bub!
Go and visit Bub at her site and help her raise lots of money for her Big Fund for the ASPCA!
At a year old, Bub was diagnosed with osteopetrosis and her owner was told it was only a matter of time before she became immobile.
Yet she defied all the odds and a video posted in September 2014 shows her unwavering determination and amazing recovery.
So what can we learn from this brave cat?
What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail? Would you climb mountains? Make movies? Trek to the North Pole? All to often we don't want to anything new because we fear failure. Don't believe that anything you do is doomed from the start. Follow your heart and see where it leads you.
Keep on going even if it seems like the battle is never-ending. Life gets tough. Life gets painful. But they're all experiences we can learn from. Take those unhappy moments and use them to build the life you want.
Never give up. The finish line may seem like a million miles away. But it gets closer with all that you do and with every passing day. Be determined and keep going. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Find your passion and walk, run, jump, or waddle with it. Love it with all your heart and embrace it as your own. It's not about making money or being famous. It's about finding that one thing that makes you smile every time you think about it.
Be confident, even if you think you can't. It'll get you a long way.
Positive mental attitude. Start every day thinking it's going to be the best day ever. Because you never know what's going to happen!
Be the light. Even if everyone around you is full of negativity and drama, be the one who makes them smile.
Happiness isn't a destination, it's a journey.
Spread a little love, magic, and positivity along the way!
You can view the video of Bub's miraculous recovery below. Be prepared to smile!
Good job, Bub!
Go and visit Bub at her site and help her raise lots of money for her Big Fund for the ASPCA!
Published on April 03, 2015 00:55
March 29, 2015
Medication Withdrawal Symptoms Bingo
I've come off of drugs three times now (once for illegal drugs and twice for prescription medication) but the playbook always remains the same when it comes to the symptoms. You can pretty much predict what's going to happen, and when. Here's a list of what's been happening this time around:
Can't decide if hangry or sleepy.Listening to talk radio at 2am (thanks, Coast to Coast!).One song going around your head all freaking night (In my case, it was Eiffel 65's “Blue”)Three hours of cat videos when you should have been doing something else.Muscle spasms.Itching.Aching where you definitely shouldn't have aches.Skull splitting migrainesNope, definitely hangry.Trying to resist the urge to eat at 3am.No sleep 'til the alarm clock goes off!Finding the wallpaper really, really interesting.EAT ALL THE FOODS!Twelve hours sleep and still can't move.Bouts of amnesia.Wondering if starting drinking again would be a clever idea.Eating twelve Cadbury's Creme Eggs in 24 hours. Not sorry.Rearranging the bookshelves at midnight.Vacuuming at 3am.HotColdHotColdOh, just make your mind up, body!Ebay, Amazon, and the online food delivery place all becoming your best friends.Finding out your favourite pizza place is still delivering at 4am.Complete and utter lack of concentration. Ooo! Look! A kitty!Losing the ability to write. And read. And walk. And genuinely just do anything.Wondering if the cat's humouring you or does genuinely hate you.STILL BLOODY HANGRY!
This is for all my friends who are recovering, been through the recovery, or are thinking about it. You can do it! And don't forget that there's always someone around for you to talk to. Just hit the “Contact” button if you'd like to chat.
Can't decide if hangry or sleepy.Listening to talk radio at 2am (thanks, Coast to Coast!).One song going around your head all freaking night (In my case, it was Eiffel 65's “Blue”)Three hours of cat videos when you should have been doing something else.Muscle spasms.Itching.Aching where you definitely shouldn't have aches.Skull splitting migrainesNope, definitely hangry.Trying to resist the urge to eat at 3am.No sleep 'til the alarm clock goes off!Finding the wallpaper really, really interesting.EAT ALL THE FOODS!Twelve hours sleep and still can't move.Bouts of amnesia.Wondering if starting drinking again would be a clever idea.Eating twelve Cadbury's Creme Eggs in 24 hours. Not sorry.Rearranging the bookshelves at midnight.Vacuuming at 3am.HotColdHotColdOh, just make your mind up, body!Ebay, Amazon, and the online food delivery place all becoming your best friends.Finding out your favourite pizza place is still delivering at 4am.Complete and utter lack of concentration. Ooo! Look! A kitty!Losing the ability to write. And read. And walk. And genuinely just do anything.Wondering if the cat's humouring you or does genuinely hate you.STILL BLOODY HANGRY!
This is for all my friends who are recovering, been through the recovery, or are thinking about it. You can do it! And don't forget that there's always someone around for you to talk to. Just hit the “Contact” button if you'd like to chat.
Published on March 29, 2015 10:10
March 11, 2015
If Your Dreams Don't Scare You...
“What’s your next mission gonna be?” – Kate – ‘Mission To Lars’
Many of us have that “mission” inside of us. A gnawing feeling that eats away at us every day. For some, it’s being able to see a certain person or place. For others, it’s that sense that there’s something bigger out there. Something that they need to do but aren’t sure how to achieve it.
But how do you follow that feeling in your soul? In a world that’s being with physical and digital noise, it can be hard to listen to that little voice inside of you. Social media, the news, and a million and one other things all fight for our time. It gets to a point where the colour of a dress is more important than what our own mind is telling us to do.
You have to do it. You have to follow this beacon in your heart. It's a voice that you can't ignore. But, when you've come home from a long day at work or are dealing with screaming kids, what do you do? It feels as though there's no time to play, nor anyone to listen if you do decide to start your journey.
And if you do decide to step on to that road? It's a hard one. It's long and winding. It'll be painful at times. Many times all you'll want to do is give up and go back to your old way of life.
But that little voice stops you from doing that. It urges you to keep going. To look around the next corner and under the next rock.
For many years, I stilled my little voice. I hide it behind drink and drugs. I silenced it with day jobs and other activities. But slowly, that voice began to fight back. It began to claw and howl, reminding me of the life I wanted to live. And slowly, I began to take steps towards that life.
And it's scary. I don't like change. I find a nice, comfortable spot and I won't move. My mother tells a story that, as a child, I'd sit on the floor surrounded by my toys. If I had to crawl to fetch something, I didn't bother instead only playing with those within my reach. To be blunt, change scares the living shit out of me.
So I'm surprised I didn't go grey when I decided to follow the path I'm currently on (I probably have but I haven't see my natural hair colour since I was about 16). It's a hard path to follow and there's no promise of success at the end of it. Yet I constantly see the images of what could be in my mind and so I follow my heart. It's telling me that I need to walk along this winding road and see where it takes me. Because you really don't know what's at the end of it.
“It's just breaking through fear. It's like jumping out of an aeroplane.” - 'Mission To Lars'
Many of us have that “mission” inside of us. A gnawing feeling that eats away at us every day. For some, it’s being able to see a certain person or place. For others, it’s that sense that there’s something bigger out there. Something that they need to do but aren’t sure how to achieve it.
But how do you follow that feeling in your soul? In a world that’s being with physical and digital noise, it can be hard to listen to that little voice inside of you. Social media, the news, and a million and one other things all fight for our time. It gets to a point where the colour of a dress is more important than what our own mind is telling us to do.
You have to do it. You have to follow this beacon in your heart. It's a voice that you can't ignore. But, when you've come home from a long day at work or are dealing with screaming kids, what do you do? It feels as though there's no time to play, nor anyone to listen if you do decide to start your journey.
And if you do decide to step on to that road? It's a hard one. It's long and winding. It'll be painful at times. Many times all you'll want to do is give up and go back to your old way of life.
But that little voice stops you from doing that. It urges you to keep going. To look around the next corner and under the next rock.
For many years, I stilled my little voice. I hide it behind drink and drugs. I silenced it with day jobs and other activities. But slowly, that voice began to fight back. It began to claw and howl, reminding me of the life I wanted to live. And slowly, I began to take steps towards that life.
And it's scary. I don't like change. I find a nice, comfortable spot and I won't move. My mother tells a story that, as a child, I'd sit on the floor surrounded by my toys. If I had to crawl to fetch something, I didn't bother instead only playing with those within my reach. To be blunt, change scares the living shit out of me.
So I'm surprised I didn't go grey when I decided to follow the path I'm currently on (I probably have but I haven't see my natural hair colour since I was about 16). It's a hard path to follow and there's no promise of success at the end of it. Yet I constantly see the images of what could be in my mind and so I follow my heart. It's telling me that I need to walk along this winding road and see where it takes me. Because you really don't know what's at the end of it.
“It's just breaking through fear. It's like jumping out of an aeroplane.” - 'Mission To Lars'

Published on March 11, 2015 09:14
February 20, 2015
No More Touts 8 - Interview with Kelly

Last year, a lot of amazing things happened. Among them were fans starting to stand up to extortionate ticket prices. One campaign, which I've closely followed on here, was started by a group of Foo Fighters fans. Among them was Kelly. She was brave enough to come and take on the questioning! Read on for her reasons as to why she launched the campaign and how it's continuing. Thank you, Kelly, for taking time out to come and talk!
Hi Kelly! Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I’m Kelly, 32 from South Devon. I am a huge Foo Fighters fan but music in general of all kinds.
You started the No More Touts campaign. Can you tell us what sparked the idea and how it all got started? What was the point that made you say “No more. We need to do something about this.”?
This has been an ongoing issue for so long, I was really surprised that nobody was trying to do anything about it already. Evolution is a scientific fact, there have been some historic changes throughout history and they all have 1 thing in common – people. People can drive change, people can do wonderful things…if they dare to. The Foo Fighters world tour was on it’s way to being announced, fear had set in and there were so many people worried about getting a ticket. Royal Blood and Biffy Clyro fans were experiencing all sorts of hell trying to get tickets. Cat Stevens had to cancel his own show in NYC to protect his fans from touts. Kate Bush did everything she could to protect her fans from touts at her recent London residency. This is great, is it really down to the artists; no I don’t think it is. Something had to be done, by somebody, somewhere. Even if we just make as much noise as possible to highlight the situation and stand up and say ‘enough is enough’.
For the past several years you’ve run the Foo Family. How did that come in to being? What does it involve? And how was it linked it the campaign?

For the No More Touts campaign you used the Foo Fighters as a kind of figurehead for it. Why them specifically?
Well, we are all Foo Fighters fans but mostly we are all music fans. We have all experienced touting in one way or another not only with the Foo Fighters but with other artists as well.
In late 2014, the band also named their current North America tour “Beat The Bots”. Do you think this has any direct connection to the No More Touts campaign? Or was it just a reaction to the general feeling of the fans?
I would like to think that if it wasn’t a direct connection after all of the press No More Touts received then it inspired a thought process, in the right direction. This feeling within any fan community it will never go away, until it’s resolved.
The No More Touts Kickstarter was probably one of the most successful music related crowd funders of 2014. For many of us, it was like watching the countdown to New Year with the £150,000 total being exceeded in just over a week. How much work had you put in to it prior to its launch in September? And what do you think made it so successful?
A great team of dedicated people who wanted to drive this forward and make it work. We did lots of research into locations, historical relevance, different cities. Birmingham is in the centre of the country, it has great transport link and an international airport. It’s also the home of Rock n Roll!! This project had been batted about for some time in general conversation between a group of us and one day I just thought ‘I’m going to do this and I’m going to do it now’ and I contacted Kickstarter. It did take a few rejections from Kickstarter before the project eventually met their guidelines. We had a press release ready to go and had a team of people allocated to certain aspects of just getting it out there. We really wanted to put pressure on the government and not only what we were doing but most important why we were doing it.
There are many people out there who are looking at getting into crowdfunding. What advice would you give them creating a successful campaign?
Be absolutely sure of your end goal and how you are going to get there, these things don’t just happen themselves you really have to know what you’re doing and when you’re doing it. We had a timeline that we followed, we knew when the press release was going out and we knew we would hit target quickly.
Even though the Kickstarter didn’t come to its intended conclusion, it’s still viewed by many as being a success. What kind of feedback did you get from it all? Have discussions surrounding ticket touting (ticket scalping to our friends in other countries) grown? Are you finding other people are now taking an interest? What’s happening next with the campaign?
There are 2 people who if they can, will change this for all fans moving forward and that’s Sharon Hodgson MP & Mike Weatherly MP who are both supportive of this movement. They have both recently launched a ‘put fans first’ campaign over social media, driving people to write to their local MP’s to support this during the debate in the house of commons later this year (possibly March). I received an email from Mike prior to the campaign launch asking for our support, which was great. The UK Foo Fighters fan base is now known for standing up for something we believe is not right and I am pleased with that achievement in itself. We received some great feedback from other fan groups via social media. One fan base that really got on board was the Blackstone Cherry fan group. People really came together to help make as much noise as possible, regardless of which band or group we followed it was all for a common purpose.
One of the big issues surrounding ticket touting is that the government have taken very little interest. Other countries have laws in place to protect fans while the UK only regulates the resale of football and Olympic tickets. Have the UK government started to listen more in the wake of the campaign? Have there been reactions from leaders in other countries? What kind of regulations would you like to see put in place?
I think it’s important to remember, everybody should be able to sell on a ticket. It’s just not feasible to ban the resale of tickets all together. Things happen in life which means that peoples plans change and they can’t always attend an event where a ticket was purchased sometimes up to 6-8 months in advance. Companies like ‘Stubhub’ and ‘Get Me In’ have created this platform for people to buy and sell tickets. But when it gets down to the nitty gritty and people are being sold fake tickets or being forced into buying tickets at 30 times their face value these companies respond with ‘we have created a platform for others to use, we don’t control the prices of tickets’ which I believe to be a complete cop out. If somebody creates a service or a platform then they should be responsible for the protection of the people that use it. The whole industry needs to work together to resolve this. At the moment it’s the artists that are trying to drive change but they can’t do this on their own. As consumers we are entitled to a fair and transparent service, to feel protected and know that we are being looked after – just like we would with any other retailer. The secondary ticket market are digging their heels into the ground, nothing has changed. Now it’s up to the government – if they listen. Yes, fans could boycott the secondary ticket market but when tickets are shown as ‘sold out’ and you’re automatically directed to a sister site or ‘fan site’ where there are tickets available then it’s a monopoly and people have no choice.
Yet there are a few people who are for ticket touting, citing the free market and that people will pay whatever is required for a ticket. What would you say to those people?
These people have more money than sense. Anybody who thinks it’s ‘ok’ to spend 10x the ticket price for a ticket 5 minutes after its been released on general resale is crazy and doesn’t represent the general public at all. Music means a lot to people, especially live music. I’m sorry, I just don’t understand anybody that thinks the free market is the place for event tickets, regardless of if its sport, music or whatever….who wants to be ripped off, I know I don’t!
When it’s said and done, you did an amazing job! You worked incredibly hard and you’re keeping this going. How do you feel about the whole campaign? Do you have any other plans in the pipeline?
I knew this was going to be quite a big thing; it’s difficult to comprehend the success of it. Sometimes I wish I was an outsider looking in to grasp the hugeness of it all. It would have been amazing for the end result to include a musical protest and everybody coming together at a truly fan funded concert, showing that people can come together and drive change and celebrate success. Who knows, maybe one day that will happen. We have set up a ticket exchange through our own website where people can buy sell tickets at face value. The one thing that drove us to do this is that PayPal UK have recently updated their terms of protection, protecting people who buy event tickets against fake tickets and just not receiving them at all. When the Foo Fighters released their UK dates, we bought as many tickets as possible to sell on to fans at face value. You got to remember, we as a fan base are just a drop in the ocean but we will do all we can to help as many people as possible, regardless of if that’s 1 or 1000.
You can follow the No More Touts campaign (And the Foo Family!) at: www.facebook.com/foofamilukAnd on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/foofamilyukYou can also use the hashtag #NoMoreTouts
You can read the rest of the No More Touts posts here.
Published on February 20, 2015 07:43
February 12, 2015
Rejection
Rejection. It’s not something we often talk about on this blog. Instead we try to keep it light hearted and positive, filled with inspiring posts to keep moral, and motivation, high.
But sometimes we have to talk about the dark side of life. Some people think I’ve had it fairly easy when it came to publishing. In a way, I did. I sent out several enquiries and was lucky enough to be picked up with my third one. Torquere Press have been incredibly nice to me over the past few years and I love working with them. For me, they’re the publishing family many people can only dream of.
Yet there was plenty of rejection before that time, and there’s been plenty afterwards. There were the two documentaries that ended in the pre-production stages. One got as far as funding before someone, somewhere, said “No”. It was with great regret that we had to pull the plug.
There have been competitions I’ve entered where I’ve not even been placed. Over the years, I’ve been rejected for more jobs than I can count. Lovers and friends have rejected me. But I admit my own failings in those instances. I wasn't completely blameless when it came to the breakdown of relationships.
Last year I sent out two hundred requests for interviews for a book. Only one of them bothered to reply, and that was in the negative. And it wasn’t because they were rushed or ill thought out. The packs that were sent out had had hours of thought put in to them. They were sent past legal, proof reading, and creative teams. Yet despite the time, effort, and thought that had gone into the packs, and the project, it still came to nothing.
There have been many, many other instances where a door I’ve wanted to open has remained firmly locked. Rejection is painful. It can shatter hearts and stop lives in their tracks. There have been many times where I’ve wondered why I’ve carried on doing what I do. I’ve debated stopping all together because, at the end of the day, is it worth it? Will there be any rewards from the seeds I’ve sown?
Yet there have been many rewards. There are new friends, beautiful reviews, the chance to travel from time to time, and a couple of awards. I’ve seen my destroyed confidence slowly grow with it and, right now, I feel far better than I have done in many years. Also, deep in my soul is this desire to create. It’s a desire that I’ve tried to kill time and again. But it refuses to die. With each rejection it comes back stronger, a bright light that calls to me.
Maybe there have been doors that aren’t mine to open. If they are, I just move on to the next one. Recently I’ve started listening to not just my heart, but also my friends and family. I’ve taken things and adapted them and, over time, I’ve started to watch them grow into new things. It’s a great feeling to be planting new seeds and watching them flourish.
Never give up; I believe that’s the motto of this post. Listen to your heart and keep on following it. Don't let the pain of the past ruin the pleasure of the future. Yes, the rejection will hurt but it’s a pain that will only last for a heartbeat. After that, it’s time to pick up yourself up and carry on. Because you have no idea which door is going to open for you.
But sometimes we have to talk about the dark side of life. Some people think I’ve had it fairly easy when it came to publishing. In a way, I did. I sent out several enquiries and was lucky enough to be picked up with my third one. Torquere Press have been incredibly nice to me over the past few years and I love working with them. For me, they’re the publishing family many people can only dream of.
Yet there was plenty of rejection before that time, and there’s been plenty afterwards. There were the two documentaries that ended in the pre-production stages. One got as far as funding before someone, somewhere, said “No”. It was with great regret that we had to pull the plug.
There have been competitions I’ve entered where I’ve not even been placed. Over the years, I’ve been rejected for more jobs than I can count. Lovers and friends have rejected me. But I admit my own failings in those instances. I wasn't completely blameless when it came to the breakdown of relationships.
Last year I sent out two hundred requests for interviews for a book. Only one of them bothered to reply, and that was in the negative. And it wasn’t because they were rushed or ill thought out. The packs that were sent out had had hours of thought put in to them. They were sent past legal, proof reading, and creative teams. Yet despite the time, effort, and thought that had gone into the packs, and the project, it still came to nothing.
There have been many, many other instances where a door I’ve wanted to open has remained firmly locked. Rejection is painful. It can shatter hearts and stop lives in their tracks. There have been many times where I’ve wondered why I’ve carried on doing what I do. I’ve debated stopping all together because, at the end of the day, is it worth it? Will there be any rewards from the seeds I’ve sown?
Yet there have been many rewards. There are new friends, beautiful reviews, the chance to travel from time to time, and a couple of awards. I’ve seen my destroyed confidence slowly grow with it and, right now, I feel far better than I have done in many years. Also, deep in my soul is this desire to create. It’s a desire that I’ve tried to kill time and again. But it refuses to die. With each rejection it comes back stronger, a bright light that calls to me.
Maybe there have been doors that aren’t mine to open. If they are, I just move on to the next one. Recently I’ve started listening to not just my heart, but also my friends and family. I’ve taken things and adapted them and, over time, I’ve started to watch them grow into new things. It’s a great feeling to be planting new seeds and watching them flourish.
Never give up; I believe that’s the motto of this post. Listen to your heart and keep on following it. Don't let the pain of the past ruin the pleasure of the future. Yes, the rejection will hurt but it’s a pain that will only last for a heartbeat. After that, it’s time to pick up yourself up and carry on. Because you have no idea which door is going to open for you.

Published on February 12, 2015 12:05
February 1, 2015
No More Touts 7 - Fan Pressure Campaign

From: Kelly at www.foofightersuk.com
*** FAN PRESSURE CAMPAIGN ***
I received an email from Mike Weatherley MP today. Mike is currently fighting for a fairer and more transparent secondary ticket market in the house of commons and he needs our help:
Over the last few years, there have been many discussions in Parliament about ‘Secondary Tickets’ or ‘Ticket Touts’.
Efforts to curb the market, and for ticket exchanges to work in favour of fans, have been thwarted for various reasons.
We now have a real chance of making some changes and would ask for your help.
Using the template below, or your own words, we would encourage you to email your MP asking them to support this amendment when it comes back to the House of Commons.
If you’re not sure who your MP is or how to contact them, you can find out by entering your postcode on https://www.writetothem.com/.
More information can be found on the APPG Ticket Abuse website: www.putfansfirst.co.uk.
TEMPLATE LETTER:
[Your name and full address]
Dear [name of MP]
PLEASE PUT FANS FIRST
As your constituent, I write to ask for you to support the proposals of the All Party Parliamentary Group on Ticket Abuse, co-chaired by Mike Weatherly MP (Conservative) and Sharon Hodgson MP (Labour), and the Lords amendments, to inject necessary transparency to the secondary ticketing market.
As a fan of live events I am regularly frustrated to see tickets for events I want to go to apparently sold out within minutes of going on sale, only for thousands of them to instantly appear on secondary sites – such as Viagogo, Seatwave, GetMeIn! and Stubhub – often at significant mark-ups.
These sites are supposed to be about fans selling tickets they can no longer use to other fans, and if that’s all it was there wouldn’t be a problem – but what sport or music fan buys dozens of tickets for a gig only to decide within a few minutes that they can’t go?
The Government’s aim should be to increase transparency in the secondary market. It would mean that touts selling their tickets through major internet platforms will have to prominently disclose key facts to consumers, assisting the fans, the event providers and the police to ensure a fair ticketing process.
If the secondary ticketing platforms have nothing to fear from transparency, they should have nothing to fear from this legislation. I would therefore be grateful if you would confirm your commitment to see fans protected when it comes back to the House of Commons.
Yours sincerely,[Your name]
***
You can continue to follow this campaign at:
www.foofightersuk.com
https://twitter.com/foofamilyuk
And with the hashtag #nomoretouts
You can also sign the petition calling for tighter regulations on the secondary ticket market. It's quick and easy to do. You can find the petition at:
http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/70470
You can read everything I've written so far on the campaign here.
Published on February 01, 2015 03:19
January 31, 2015
Brilliant Books - 28th January 2015
I don't like snow. I also don't like gale force winds. I especially don't like snow AND gale force winds mixed together. It's why I'm looking at moving to Los Angeles.
So it was no surprise that it was the coldest, windiest day of the year when I dragged myself from my warm bed while it was still dark. I didn't want to. I wanted to stay wrapped up in my duvet burrito. For a brief moment, I debated emailing the Wiz and spinning some tale about snow and leaves on the line and trains that had disappeared into a time sucking portal (fairly normal for the British railways).
But I couldn't. My people needed me!
And by people, I mean a bunch of really cool kids who were going to teach me a thing or two about being a writer.
The bookmarks I took with me.
Back in 2014, I was asked to take part in a project called Brilliant Books. Aimed at children who don't really read, the idea is to bring in people who love reading and encourage another generation to do the same. Along the way, the children work on ideas and short stories. These are compiled into a book that anyone, including you and I, can buy.
So probably against their better judgement, the team asked me to go. I went through a list of things I could do do with the kids to get them interested in reading. All of them, including the indoor rockets, were vetoed. Something about a thing called “Elf N Safety”. After a couple of days of being grumpy, I hit on an idea. I'd read from my favourite book (“War of the Worlds” by HG Wells), talk about Victorian inventions, and then get into another of my favourite things. Music. Victorians perfected recording music and I just happened to have an original wax cylinder (with a recording by Billy Williams on it) lying around. Handy, that!
So, with the wind and snow whistling around my ankles and my trusty pink suitcase by my side, I boarded a train for Nottingham...
To say I was nervous was an understatement. I've talked in front of most age ranges. But I've never talked to school age kids before. I managed to work my way through the portion of the book I was reading (Chapter 2 for anyone who's interested) before gathering up the pile of goodies and doing what I do best: Sitting on the floor and spreading them around me. I took with me a variety of items, including the wax cylinder, an LP of Fleetwood Mac's “Rumours”, CDs of Jeff Wayne's “War of the Worlds”, and my slightly battered MP3 player.
That was it! Suddenly any barriers had crumbled and the kids and myself had a blast talking about inventions, spooky farms, and music. Nottingham has a worldwide claim to fame in that it was the first city to have a road paved with tarmac back in 1845. We talked about the possibility of life on other planets, of what aliens would look like and how they'd act. We especially enjoyed talking about Skinwalker Ranch in Utah, a place that supposedly has portals to other worlds and some shady links to the US government. The kids seemed to love that and I learned something valuable; kids love spooky stories! We didn't want to stop talking and I feel like we'd have still been there now, eating fruit and chattering away.
Needless to say, it was an inspiring and humbling day. From a reader's point of view, it was amazing to see the next generation picking up books and reading. It was wonderful to sit with them and talk about the books we had read and the ones we planned to get next. From a writer's point of view, it was heart warming to sit with them and help them work on stories and ideas. I loved listening to them read their pieces and I'm not ashamed to say that I cheered and clapped. I may have cried a little on the way home, the happiness and exhilaration of the day overwhelming.
I can't wait to go again! It would be an honour to be asked to return. And I can't wait to read the book these guys produce at the end of it! Loved them and everything they were doing and I can't wait to see what they do with their ideas! Thank you for allowing me to come and talk to you. Most of all, thank you for all the love, hugs, and high fives. I'll see you again soon!
Brilliant Books blog post - Jan 28th 2015. The Scribes of Seely: Brilliant Books Anthology #1.
So it was no surprise that it was the coldest, windiest day of the year when I dragged myself from my warm bed while it was still dark. I didn't want to. I wanted to stay wrapped up in my duvet burrito. For a brief moment, I debated emailing the Wiz and spinning some tale about snow and leaves on the line and trains that had disappeared into a time sucking portal (fairly normal for the British railways).
But I couldn't. My people needed me!
And by people, I mean a bunch of really cool kids who were going to teach me a thing or two about being a writer.

Back in 2014, I was asked to take part in a project called Brilliant Books. Aimed at children who don't really read, the idea is to bring in people who love reading and encourage another generation to do the same. Along the way, the children work on ideas and short stories. These are compiled into a book that anyone, including you and I, can buy.
So probably against their better judgement, the team asked me to go. I went through a list of things I could do do with the kids to get them interested in reading. All of them, including the indoor rockets, were vetoed. Something about a thing called “Elf N Safety”. After a couple of days of being grumpy, I hit on an idea. I'd read from my favourite book (“War of the Worlds” by HG Wells), talk about Victorian inventions, and then get into another of my favourite things. Music. Victorians perfected recording music and I just happened to have an original wax cylinder (with a recording by Billy Williams on it) lying around. Handy, that!
So, with the wind and snow whistling around my ankles and my trusty pink suitcase by my side, I boarded a train for Nottingham...

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I've talked in front of most age ranges. But I've never talked to school age kids before. I managed to work my way through the portion of the book I was reading (Chapter 2 for anyone who's interested) before gathering up the pile of goodies and doing what I do best: Sitting on the floor and spreading them around me. I took with me a variety of items, including the wax cylinder, an LP of Fleetwood Mac's “Rumours”, CDs of Jeff Wayne's “War of the Worlds”, and my slightly battered MP3 player.
That was it! Suddenly any barriers had crumbled and the kids and myself had a blast talking about inventions, spooky farms, and music. Nottingham has a worldwide claim to fame in that it was the first city to have a road paved with tarmac back in 1845. We talked about the possibility of life on other planets, of what aliens would look like and how they'd act. We especially enjoyed talking about Skinwalker Ranch in Utah, a place that supposedly has portals to other worlds and some shady links to the US government. The kids seemed to love that and I learned something valuable; kids love spooky stories! We didn't want to stop talking and I feel like we'd have still been there now, eating fruit and chattering away.

Needless to say, it was an inspiring and humbling day. From a reader's point of view, it was amazing to see the next generation picking up books and reading. It was wonderful to sit with them and talk about the books we had read and the ones we planned to get next. From a writer's point of view, it was heart warming to sit with them and help them work on stories and ideas. I loved listening to them read their pieces and I'm not ashamed to say that I cheered and clapped. I may have cried a little on the way home, the happiness and exhilaration of the day overwhelming.
I can't wait to go again! It would be an honour to be asked to return. And I can't wait to read the book these guys produce at the end of it! Loved them and everything they were doing and I can't wait to see what they do with their ideas! Thank you for allowing me to come and talk to you. Most of all, thank you for all the love, hugs, and high fives. I'll see you again soon!

Brilliant Books blog post - Jan 28th 2015. The Scribes of Seely: Brilliant Books Anthology #1.
Published on January 31, 2015 04:39
January 22, 2015
Destiny
Have you ever felt like you're on this planet to do something? Has there been a gnawing feeling in your stomach, one that, no matter how hard you try, you can't ignore?
When I was six, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. By the time I was sixteen, I was telling everyone I was going to Hollywood. When I was nineteen I had offers from film schools in Los Angeles, New York, and the Netherlands. Up until that point, all I'd wanted to do was make action films. That was it.
Then it all came crashing down when I was raped.
That one moment, that single night, killed something inside of me, crushed my spirit and made me forget my dreams. The film school I'd chosen offered to put my place on hold for a year but I couldn't do it.
I finally did go to film school, albeit in the UK but, by then, it was too late. I was desperately trying to forget my past and, in doing so, started to destroy my life. I was argumentative and uncooperative. I most certainly wasn't in the best head space to be at school. I began drinking and taking drugs as I desperately tried to prove that I was still a human being, a creature with a soul and a spirit.
But that spirit had been crushed. It was withering and dying and I was becoming an empty husk.
You know how the story goes next. I was told I needed to quit drinking as, if I didn't, I'd be due a new liver in a matter of weeks. Then I overdosed.
That shit had to stop.
For the next ten years, I pulled myself back together, bouncing around the country from place to place and job to job. Settling wasn't an option as, in the ruins of my soul, there was this inkling that I needed to be doing something. I couldn't survive doing the regular 9 to 5 routine. I didn't want to have a house or a car or any of the other trappings of life. Not until I got to this unknown destination.
I started writing again. It took time and it took effort. I had to battle through the haze of medication I'd been given in the wake of my overdose. I had to learn to discipline myself into putting words on to paper.
Writing screenplays 101: Make new "friends".So I did and I got lucky. I've had a few things published and picked up a couple of awards along the way. I'm very proud of everything I've done in these past few years and I thought that was it. My books were getting into peoples hands and I was happy.
Then the gnawing started again. My feet became unsettled and I found myself stressed for no reason other than being stressed. I got shouty and angry. My moods were swinging and I began to question life. Was this all there was? Was I going to spend the rest of my life in a tiny town and occasionally leave to go somewhere nice for a few days?
In June 2014 I had an email from a friend who religiously reads everything I put out. “This needs to be written as a screenplay. Do NOT do anything else with it. Screenplay first.”
This needs to be written as a screenplay.
Those words whirled around my head. Could I? Should I?
Suddenly that gnawing went to a whole new level. It began to take over me until I couldn't ignore it any more. So I got to work.
It took several months of going through notes, rewriting ideas, and generally making friends with my crippled soul again. But, by the end of it, I had a passable first draft. And, for the first time in years, I felt at peace. Suddenly the stress had melted away and I'd stopped caring about so many things which, quite frankly, didn't need my energy to care about. I stopped worrying so much. It felt as though my body was singing a different song. It felt as though I was on the right track again. My gut feeling says that it is. Over the past few months I've learned to listen to that sixth sense a little more so I'm going to do it now and follow this path. Let's see where it goes!
Next stop, Los Angeles?
When I was six, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. By the time I was sixteen, I was telling everyone I was going to Hollywood. When I was nineteen I had offers from film schools in Los Angeles, New York, and the Netherlands. Up until that point, all I'd wanted to do was make action films. That was it.
Then it all came crashing down when I was raped.
That one moment, that single night, killed something inside of me, crushed my spirit and made me forget my dreams. The film school I'd chosen offered to put my place on hold for a year but I couldn't do it.
I finally did go to film school, albeit in the UK but, by then, it was too late. I was desperately trying to forget my past and, in doing so, started to destroy my life. I was argumentative and uncooperative. I most certainly wasn't in the best head space to be at school. I began drinking and taking drugs as I desperately tried to prove that I was still a human being, a creature with a soul and a spirit.
But that spirit had been crushed. It was withering and dying and I was becoming an empty husk.
You know how the story goes next. I was told I needed to quit drinking as, if I didn't, I'd be due a new liver in a matter of weeks. Then I overdosed.
That shit had to stop.
For the next ten years, I pulled myself back together, bouncing around the country from place to place and job to job. Settling wasn't an option as, in the ruins of my soul, there was this inkling that I needed to be doing something. I couldn't survive doing the regular 9 to 5 routine. I didn't want to have a house or a car or any of the other trappings of life. Not until I got to this unknown destination.
I started writing again. It took time and it took effort. I had to battle through the haze of medication I'd been given in the wake of my overdose. I had to learn to discipline myself into putting words on to paper.

Then the gnawing started again. My feet became unsettled and I found myself stressed for no reason other than being stressed. I got shouty and angry. My moods were swinging and I began to question life. Was this all there was? Was I going to spend the rest of my life in a tiny town and occasionally leave to go somewhere nice for a few days?
In June 2014 I had an email from a friend who religiously reads everything I put out. “This needs to be written as a screenplay. Do NOT do anything else with it. Screenplay first.”
This needs to be written as a screenplay.
Those words whirled around my head. Could I? Should I?
Suddenly that gnawing went to a whole new level. It began to take over me until I couldn't ignore it any more. So I got to work.
It took several months of going through notes, rewriting ideas, and generally making friends with my crippled soul again. But, by the end of it, I had a passable first draft. And, for the first time in years, I felt at peace. Suddenly the stress had melted away and I'd stopped caring about so many things which, quite frankly, didn't need my energy to care about. I stopped worrying so much. It felt as though my body was singing a different song. It felt as though I was on the right track again. My gut feeling says that it is. Over the past few months I've learned to listen to that sixth sense a little more so I'm going to do it now and follow this path. Let's see where it goes!

Published on January 22, 2015 08:22
January 10, 2015
6 Dave Grohl Quotes For Every Creative Person
Dave Grohl knows he's not the best singer-songwriter on the planet, but he certainly has a way with words. Especially when it comes to inspiring quotes. While most of them are aimed at musicians, they can also be used no what you do. Are you feeling a little deflated? Scroll through these classic quotes and see if inspiration strikes.
If you need a little more of Dave's wisdom, check out his SXSW keynote speech from 2013. It's essential listening for anyone who's feeling that creative funk.






If you need a little more of Dave's wisdom, check out his SXSW keynote speech from 2013. It's essential listening for anyone who's feeling that creative funk.
Published on January 10, 2015 12:04