BLOG NUMBER 5: 30th November 2025
Mookey dreaming...
For years before they were self-published, I have been writing and re-writing the stories which make up The Book of Mook - mostly adapted from Mark's 'visions'. Sometimes though, I have felt an irresistible urge to follow through on ideas which have formed while writing. Tracing the flow of a characters' individual journey from its apex back to its lowest ebb has allowed me to discern missing pieces; potential cracks in the plot which may have been slightly skimmed over. The notes made during these discoveries have filled my hard drive with little text files; segments of unfinished stories which until recently, I have had no real clue what to do with.
But now, with the magic of short stories and my pot of plot-resorting putty, I have had the idea to retell those missing moments in more detail from a different character's point of view, as I am doing with The Legend of Zuluzog. I am slightly behind schedule as it has become a novella rather than a short story, but I still aim to get it done by Christmas as a nice free present for you all.
However, while I have been busy writing, nothing prepared me for the strange mookey dream I had the other night as I lay in bed. It was no ordinary dream. It hit me like a sledgehammer. Suddenly I knew the point of why I was doing this. It all became clear. But as dreams are wanting to do, it began to fade. Like trying to hold water in my hand, I felt the vision draining between my fingers. fortunately, my discipline of being a supposed writer meant that I always kept a notepad handy. I grabbed for it and sketched down the disintegrating dream, managing to retain chunks of it. This was what Mark meant when he said he had to tell me his tales. I hope one day, in due course, you too will find out.
Now to my main point of this blog... NEW DIGITAL STORE FRONTS. From Monday the 1st December, The Book of Mook will be emerging everywhere else that is digital and not Amazon. Click on this link to see all the lovely places which will be stocking it!
On that magnificent note, I will leave you all. But I shall return!