October means it’s basically Halloween, so I wanted to talk about irrational fears.

This is one of the short stories I wrote last month for my horror compilation. It is dedicated to Jim Connick, who has a fear of going round a corner quickly and being impaled on a pointy thing, which he blames on the film Dog Soldiers.
I’m running for the last bus, slipping and sliding on wet concrete in old cons wi nae grips, hurdling knocked ower bins and homeless folk and piles of vomit, breathing hard as my tired lungs gasp in cold night air.
September zipped by pretty quick, didn’t it? That must mean my ninth book is finished.
Well, finished is a strong word to use. I’ve certainly stopped writing it for the time being. I ended up with a word count of 21, 203 which is OK I guess, although a lot of the content was pretty un-good. I’m not saying that to be modest, by the way, I am saying it because it’s true – there’s some real nonsense in there. It didn’t help that I only really came up with a story that might work last Wednesday, with two days to go. Perhaps there is something to be said for forward planning after all…
Anyway, let us draw a gauzy curtain over that because now it is October which can only mean one thing – horror. How could I choose any other genre for the month of Samhuinn?

