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I reside in Surrey, U.K, of all places, and have come to suspect that black coffee and iced chartreuse make up two thirds of my blood type. 

And in 2010 I released a short novel “Prize World” through Lantern Tower Publications. To this day I’ve yet to meet anyone indifferent about it, the work inspiring both adoration and loathing alike, although I did meet a man who once told me he had spent his bus fare home in order to obtain a copy. I hope he enjoyed it. A bemusing work, it took me just six weeks to write, and, by contrast, ‘Overmorrow’ is nothing like it, having become a labour of several years and loosely veiled introspection. By this token I consider it my first real work. 

After many years of working for various literary retailers I developed a flourishing background in the Arts, training as a musician and then using this platform to further my literary sales and profile as well as turning my hand, more recently, to photography – an area in which I like to combine short, creative excerpts with imagery of my own making.  

With regards to ‘Overmorrow’, I often found myself writing this work deep into the night whilst bent-double bedside a low-burned candle, or under the inimitable charm of endless autumn rain. And, whilst the summer months hindered my creativity, I used this time to pick through and prune such words as would accompany the dregs of a long-forgotten supper.  

The work is almost exclusively melancholy throughout, and yet a dry, albeit dark, humour does present itself in unexpected places, giving the reader a moment to gather a renewed resolve.  

As an aside, a welcome bi-product gleaned from relinquishing my stubborn grasp on the ending I had initially written, has now left scope for a sequel to this work, something I already have plans for, but have not yet begun to pen.  

In the interim, and to refresh my mind, I penned a few short works, which are available to download for free int he “Tomes” section. If nothing else, perhaps they will offer some brief respite from the endless monotony of waking…

Cheers,

Lordt