“Tales I Tell Myself” — Available Now
“Rambling musings and other balderdash Vol.3”
I am very pleased and very proud to announce that my third and final volume of rambling musings are now available on all Amazon platforms (E-Book, Paperback and Hardback) and should you have an Amazon Kindle “Unlimited” package this book, together with my other 14 to date, are all free to read.
Volumes 1 through 3 of "Rambling musings and other balderdash"
This collection of writing covers a three year period (2021–2024) with the latest pieces published up to mid-March 2024 as well as extracts from my earliest published long form writing circa 2012. This 380+ page book comes, as all good rambling stories should, in 3 Acts:
“Saturday Night at the Movies” — Love-in career appraisals of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman and director Christopher Nolan book end a collection of spoiler free film reviews not previously released within my 7 volumes “Essential Film Reviews Collection” (also available via Amazon).
“Sunday Morning on Reverie Lane” — Volumes one and two lavished written love in the direction of my dearly departed and much missed parents. Here, I am your unreliable narrator through a couple of long form articles from 2021 and 2022 whereby I’m as open about myself as you would expect and yet again, telling tales about myself.
“Friday Afternoon in The Matrix” — Another wild ride through the madness and madhouse of the internet Matrix!
Here’s the blurb from the reverse cover of “Tales I Tell Myself”
Rambling musing nincompoop (with trademarked upside down smile) in my spiritual home of Ironbridge, February 2024.
“It’s 1.30am and I have a confession to make. It’s always 1.30am when you haven’t slept for what seems like an entire year and someone is messing with your mind by leaving post-it notes on your refrigerator. Maybe I need some sleep but in all probability I won’t be able to as there’s duplicity in the air, a riddle I can’t solve, and I have a confession to make. Even the confession itself may be a trick of my own imagination or the salve repeatedly placed over an open wound and memories I’m desperate to forget. Who knows? All I do know is it’s 1.30am, it’s always 1.30am, and I have a confession from a dangerous mind that may or may not be as true as those post-it notes you keep leaving for me in a house that is crumbling around a shattering mind”.
Welcome to Volume Three of “Rambling musings and other balderdash”.
I’ve left the timeline of the book deliberately scatter gun, I worship at the altar of Salvador Dali and Christopher Nolan after all.
Take a peek at the 20 pages free to read via the link above and, well, treat yourself!
