Saturday, 27 June 2009

Your train terminates here

"...Looking along the side of the train, which curved slightly away from me I could see that I had been the very last person to get off the train. The platform was empty. Everyone else had gone. The station sign read Tassenmere. The train had not terminated at Farnham after all..."

Supernatural Tales #15 is out now. My story "Last Train to Tassenmere" is nestled within its pages and I'm really looking forward to finding out what people think of it, as it's a story that's very close to my heart. Without wishing to give anything of the plot away, the idea for the story came from two different recurring nightmares I regularly had when I was in my twenties. Thinking about those nightmares even now brings a chill to my spine, and I was really pleased with how well the mood of those dreams translated across to the page. I really felt that I had nailed the weirdness I was trying to convey. It doesn't often happen, but when it does, you realise why you're writing in the first place.

You can get your copy of ST15 by emailing the editor directly here. David Longhorn runs a PayPal account for subscriptions and will reply with a payment link.

Supernatural Tales also has a webpage.

Monday, 1 June 2009

The 11:17 Enigma

For many years now I have been accidentally looking at the clock at 11:17am, nearly every day, and especially on weekdays. When I mention this to people, they find it quirky and funny and odd. In fact, so do I. This little quirk is even mentioned in a recent interview and in an older blog comment on here.

I always wondered whether it signified that some monumental moment in my life would take place at 11:17am one day, and that I was aware of it on some deeper level of my subconcious.

On Saturday morning, the day before yesterday, my wife gave birth to a beautful baby boy who we have called Oliver Thomas Langridge. We are absolutely over the moon with joy. What a rollercoaster of emotions this has been. We didn't know the sex of the baby before he arrived and my wife Alison and I had discussed many times that I would be the one to tell her what our baby had turned out to be.

Oliver was born at 11:15am, depending on whose clock you look at. I told my wife the sex of the baby, and we agreed his name, at 11:17am, depending on whose clock you look at. Who would have thought such a momentous thing would happen at 11:17am?

Well, actually, I did.

I wonder if my 11:17 thing will stop now that I have become a very proud Dad.