Autumn, the insirational season

I always love the coming of autumn. The mist that lingers between the branches of trees, giving them weird and sometimes scary forms. Later when the sun does come out the drops of mist form a net of diamonds in a spiders web.

When walking in the forest you can smell the wet earth and the falling leafs and get lost in all the colours that surround you.

It is things like that, that makes a writers mind go into overtime. Suddenly the trees look differently, often, when the fog is thick, it looks like they are trying to grab you. Or the dark shape of one of the scottish higlanders appears suddenly in front of you with its long horns and long shaggy brown coat of hair.

When I sit behind my desk in my attic and I hear the wind howl outside and the rain clatter on the roof there is nothing better than to write and get lost completely in the story you are forging, smoking a nice cigar and drinking a good whisky while doing so, listening to the wonderful music of Mike Oldfield in the background.

At times like that I wish it could be like that always as then I am a very happy man.

I started The Claws of the Earth in the autumn and wrote the best pieces in the autumns that followed


The more I wrote the longer the story got and now part IV is out with the stunning and thrilling conclusion of the first part of the story, don’t miss it, you’ll be sorry if you do.

Claws 4 final cover

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