MØ41: When you just can't...

…you point to people who can.

I woke up this morning and sighed. A cartoonish whimper that made me think that something’s not right. I can’t tell you exactly what it is but I just know that something needs to change. Or maybe it’s just the dodgy tuna I ate the other day?

Who knows...

The point is, even writing this is difficult today. It feels like my brain has turned to treacle and its dribbling out onto the keyboard. So to avoid disappointment in the future, I recommend you subscribe to these newsletters:



I finished my first draft of They Ruin, wrote a short story called Mr Skin (my take on Rumpelstiltskin), and played around with Twine. 

Twine is this nifty little interactive fiction game engine. Very much recommend checking out the Uncle Who Works For Nintendo as a great example of the kind of thing you can make with it.

I published a new essay for my Patreon all about the perfect writer’s morning routine.




The Quatermass Xperiment: The first big horror hit from Hammer and the film that started it all for them. It still holds up pretty well, I reckon. There are a few genuinely creepy moments. Definitely going to keep on with my Hammer horror exploration.

The Wicker Man: One for the Horror Hangout. Also one of my favourite films growing up. I mean, I only saw it the one time, but it’s really stayed with me. Watching it now I can’t see how they thought they could get away with a remake. The film’s soul resides in the hedonism of the 70s and the fears that come from that. The music, the sex, the naked dancing, oh the naked dancing. 

Thor: Ragnarok: A great big technicolour ball of fun. Super funny, super charming, and a soundtrack and visual aesthetic that really takes it out of this world. 



That’s all I got in me today. I’m going to plough on and try to squeeze out some actual writing but… I dunno guys. I just dunno right now.

I wish I could be a great example of mental grittiness and stoicism but sometimes I just get down and I can’t stop the ball from rolling that way.

All I can do is brace for the nadir.

Speak soon,

Luke & family.

MØ40: Marshmallows


Morning Øutput #40


So we were about to wrap up a podcast recording when Cat burst into the room. I looked over, a little miffed. After all, this is my precious podcast time (I wonder if my dad ever used that phrase).

“Alaska’s something something," she blurted.

“What?” I said.

“Alaska’s having a reaction.”

So I looked over, nodded, looked back to Ben (who was patiently waiting on Skype to finish our recording), then I looked back to Alaska and the realisation hit me like an ice cube to the scrotum. 

Oh my god… Alaska’s having a reaction!

An allergic one!

Her usually smooth, fine, furry face had become marred with marshmallow bumps. She looked like a cumulus cloud. No, better yet, she looked like the header image on one of those BOTOX GONE BAD clickbait articles. Never use toasted sesame oil for your botox! Her cheeks were puffed right out and her eyes looked ready to prolapse. 

Panic immediately set in as we tried to work out what the hell was going on with our dog. Did we break her? What did we do? We'd read the manual and everything. I ran to the corner-shop to pick up some antihistamines and Cat got the vet’s number as she had a good look around for anything Alaska might’ve eaten.

I got back, wrapped some of the tablets in blocks of cheese, made her shake my hand for her meds. It’s only polite. And after ten minutes or so, it started to settle. We started to settle. The next morning her face was back to its lovely smooth finish and our little puppy was back. We still have no idea what it was that she ate. 

Nothing like a good scare to get the heart racing, though. 

If anybody has any ideas of what it might’ve been, I’d love to hear them. It's put us on edge a little bit, watching everything Alaska eats. I think we're giving her a complex. 

It all reminded me of this sketch with Nick Frost:




The Work I Done This Week

I hit the 60k mark of They Ruin and I’m currently working on the denouement. I’m expecting to wrap up my draft by today or tomorrow. If you’ve been reading our Rot books, let me tell you, this is the most action-packed book in the series. It’s out-and-out brutal in spots. It follows Colin’s journey to London to find his wife and child. He takes Joanna, Sunny, and Dylan along for the ride and finds that sometimes when you’re chasing something you used to have, you run the risk of all the good you currently have.

Book 3 is short and sharp and should lead us nicely into our final book in the series.

I also wrote my short story for the Nightmares theme of The Other Stories. It’s called New Year, New Me. It's a story about a nightly mediation app (like Headspace) that literally changes you into a new person. Like most of my Other Story episodes, it ends right nasty. 

It feels good to get that first story down for the year. I’ve also been having various brainstorming sessions for new stories to write. One idea of which sounds particularly exciting but also maybe way too hard to pull off.

But that’s what this year is all about for me. Taking my craft to the next level. I want my prose to really sing. I want each and every story to crackle. How I do that, I’m not so sure. 

Oh yeah, I also put out a new short story for my patrons called Toother-Two. A Post-Apoc Western. Action, horror, and robots. Fancy it? 



The Hawk & Cleaver Book Club

Are you looking to read more this year? Are you looking to boost your book count? Well, why not come on down to the Hawk & Cleaver Facebook Group and join our monthly book club. Each month we’re voting a book to read. Horror, Sci-Fi, Thriller, whatever. And then reading it over the course of the month and having a little internet waffle about it. 

For January we’re reading Joe HIll’s Strange Weather. A book comprised of four short novels and it’s been a ton of fun so far. The second novel, Loaded, ended in such a way, such a perfect line that I literally guffawed. I couldn’t believe he had the balls to end on that particular sentence. Bravo, sir. Bravo.

So yeah… come and join us… we’ll be voting on February’s book soon.




Rosemary's Baby: One for Horror Hangout. A fine film. A damn fine film. Oddly it only makes me want to visit New York all the more.

Thirt13n Ghosts: We've decided to do a guilty pleasure episode of Horror Hangout and we picked this. I'd not seen it in years and I can't say it was much of a pleasure to revisit it. It was interesting at least to revisit that campy MTV horror of the mid-naughties. It was a certain brand of high-budget horror that got swallowed up by Blumhouse and his low-budget behemoths, Paranormal Activity, Insidious, The Conjuring, etc.

Dirk Gently S2: I don't know many people who caught Season 1 but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I loved the mix of whimsy-quirk and bloody thriller. The tone is very similar to my Hipster novels. Which is very weird because the theme music is composed by the same guy who I wrote most of those books to -- Cristobal Tapia de Veer. 


I stumbled upon this weird little synthy album called Black Corner Den and it's made for wonderful writing music. Totally recommend for those times you want to drown out the outside world and lose yourself in your horror.


So that's it for this week. This is a relatively small newsletter. My subscriber numbers are teeny compared to our main H&C ones but the open rates are through the roof. I can only assume that means you like it. 

If so, then why not do me a favour and recommend it to your friend. I made a simple signup form here --> Luke's MØ

But yeah, that's all for this week.

All the best,

Luke & Family.


MØ39: Old & Grumpy

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Morning Øutput #39


Now that I'm a month shy of turning 30, I think I'm allowed to get a little grumpy. My skin is souring so why not my attitude? 

So... can I just have a quick whinge about a certain sort of type of person... the sort of person who just so happens to be in the fucking way?

I consider myself a pretty positive guy but man oh man this one truly grates on me. So I mean physically. I mean you're walking somewhere and some jerk is mindlessly tickling their nipples as they gormlessly watch the skies, taking up all available space and won't let you pass.

"Ain't it pretty," they say as they snail-slide across the high street, right in front of where you've got to get to.

I don't care, you think to yourself. Get the fuck out of the way. 

Worse are the groups of people who do this side-by-side, taking up any and all space on the pavement and the only way to pass is either stepping onto the road or to scream "red rover, red rover," and King-Leonidas your way through.

I'm not one for lingering. I don't like hanging about. There's far too much to do and if I'm on my way somewhere, I want to get there and I want to get there soon. Call me impatient. Tell me I need to chill. Say it's the Londoner in me. Fine. But there is a certain amount of ego involved with people who think they're entitled to stand at the entrance to a café or a shop and hang about as if they own the door. 

"You shall not pass," they say. "Whilst I choose a podcast to listen to."

Worse, still, are the people who know they're in the way, but still won't let you pass, as if seeing you trying to overtake them gives them Mario Kart flashbacks and their competitive edge floods back to them in waves of stars and turtle shells.

"You weren't there, man. You weren't there!"

I pride myself on being someone who gets out of the way. It's the polite thing to do. Be polite. Get the fuck outta the way.

Take The Corvus

One of my big aims for this year is to allow myself to follow the muse a little more, experiment with different mediums, do more audio, video work. So far I’ve doodled with some songs, got my sights set on making a Twine game, an audio VR story, and recently made a book trailer for my upcoming book of short stories. 

I went in with a simple idea and got so into the audio design, the glitch work, narration, etc, that it came out with something quite absurd, almost a short film in itself. It was a right good time and exactly the breath of fresh air I needed.

So come on down... enter the world of the Corvus:

And just as a quick reminder, this new book is a greatest hits sorta deal. My best short stories from my first five years of publishing. It will be out very, very soon.


The Other Stories is open for submissions

We’ve been writing nearly all of the TOS stories for the past 2 years and we want to start opening it up. If you think you’ve got a short horror story in you and are looking for a good platform then this is it. We can’t offer much in the way of remuneration but we do get a good chunk of downloads and you’ll be free to promote anything you want on there.

My tips on a good TOS story?

Start at the end. Make it so that the big thing is happening right now, or is about to. Your character is on the edge of the cliff, looking down. Start at ten, then jump back, work your way through. Then end on the reveal, the big scary, the rug pull, the twist, sting, etc. 

It’s a good format for keeping the tension nice and taut and if you work it right, it should end with a satisfying final snap.


Also, try to enjoy the writing. Feel it. Be in the story. Be scared for your character. Or, as I tend to do, laugh maniacally at the torture you’re about to put them through.

Check out the submissions page for the details.

The Work I Done This Week

I’ve been focusing on my first draft of They Ruin. I’m 50,000-words deep and I can feel it coming towards its final climax. Dan once said something along the lines of "writing novels feels like your carefully nudging a boulder to a cliff-edge, waiting for it to roll, slowly at first, building with its own momentum until it comes crashing down on your characters, smushing them.”

Well, the boulder is definitely starting to roll now. 

I also finished an essay on a writer’s morning routine (one for the Patrons) and I’ve just about finished my final proof for Take The Corvus.

I tell you what, though, my head is swimming with ideas for Keith. I’m chomping at the bit to get cracking with it. I got the New Year shakes, riddled with inspiration. I want to, need to, work work work work. I better see a doctor.

The Blackest Mirror

Season 4 is another triumph. I think this season doesn’t quite aim to blast you into despair like the previous seasons. They're just interesting stories told well. 

And can we take a moment to appreciate the talent we have in Charlie Brooker? I think we take for granted that he wrote nearly every episode of the series (I think one or two of the ideas were donated from other people). This guy, this absolute legend, wrote six of the best episodes of TV this year and hit an incredibly high standard with each one.

Did I tell you I met him once? At the London Screenwriters Festival. I asked if he was going for a beer afterwards. He said no. 

Nice guy.

Fantastic writer.

So if you’re curious. Here’s how I rank the episodes:

  1. USS Callister (how could it not be?)
  2. Metalhead (B&W AI Slasher directed by David Slade — i.e. Hard Candy.)
  3. Hang the DJ (Lead performances made it for me.)
  4. Black Museum (Very very good.)
  5. Crocodile (Very good)
  6. Arkangel (Good)



John Wick: Chapter 2: Doesn't have the same emotional pull as the first but is super stylish.

68 Kill: A bloody irreverent comedy about a guy who can't say no to attractive women.

Mayhem: Joe Lynch's low-budget horror is a lot of fun, even though the logic of the disease doesn't quite hold up.

Cube:  We revisited this classic from my childhood. Still great.


The Good Place: We're finally getting the other half of Season 2. Still great. Still very, very clever.


Doki Doki Literature Club: Free-to-play. Someone told me it's a horror game. It is. I won't tell you how. I just promise you that it is.


Crazy Clown Time by David Lynch: I didn't like this when I first listened to it a couple years back but it's definitely working for me now.

And done. This MØ came out a little long. Sorry to waste your time. I feel like I'm standing in your way. I apologise. I will move outta the way.

Until next time,

Luke & Family.


MØ38: Moving On. Waving goodbye to 2017. Saying hello to 2018.

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So it was Christmas Day and my dad had dug out some old home movies. He’d hooked a chunky VCR to the TV with three colour-coded cables that would baffle anyone under twenty. The family, full from dinner and a little boozy, watched and laughed at our younger selves.

We saw clips of my mum and dad’s wedding. We saw me and my sisters riding our bikes. We saw my fourth birthday party with the bouncy castle and the homemade Beetlejuice birthday cake.

I sipped from my beer and looked away from the TV, caught sight of the others, smiling wistfully at what was once us, only twenty-five years previous. It didn’t seem so long ago in that moment. It seemed like maybe we weren’t real, maybe we were our younger selves, imagining this moment.

Would younger-us be happy with older-us?

I think so. Mostly. We’ve lost some friends and family along the way. We’ve fought and made up. We’ve split and moved apart. Some of us have had kids of our own, continuing the cycle. The usual ups and downs of any family unit.

But man does it make you take stock of it all. 

Twenty-five years is nothing. One is even less. 

What happened to my plans to live in America? To have a rock-solid set of abs? To climb Kilimanjaro? To make a million pounds so I could buy all the Mutant Ninja Turtle and Star Wars action figures?

These things we want to do, these goals, are like water in our cupped hands. We do our best to hold onto them but they slip through our fingers no matter how hard we try to hold on.

And I’ll be honest, there’s a part of me that finds that almost too difficult to take. It’s the reason I cry at the end of Click (yes… the Adam Sandler film). The thought of losing it all without appreciating it fully, making the most of it, hits a nerve.

So here I am… once again at the tail-end of the year, processing in public, trying to hold onto time by writing stuff down, hoping that by doing so, somehow, it’ll slow down, give me chance to take it all in. I don't want to spill a single drop of it.

See here for the previous end of year reviews:

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The 2017 To-Done List:

  • Kickstarted a comic book. El Marvo #1 - a post-apocalyptic story about an out-of-time luchador wrestler.
  • I published 3x Novels with my co-writer, Dan Willcocks — They Rot, They Remain, and Lazarus.
  • I ran my first 10k... and then did it again... five more times. Something I didn't even think was possible a year ago.
  • Our podcast network hit a million downloads.
  • I wrote 39 stories (mostly short stories, some scripts, a couple of novels).
  • I got a short story accepted for a publication. Should be out next year.
  • We got a dog! Her name is Alaska and she is made of snow.
  • I lost some weight. I only know this because this is the first year my family mentioned it. Well, they mention my weight every year but normally it’s a ‘have you tried dieting?’ or ‘I hear Crossfit works wonders’ sorta deal.
  • We put out 129 new podcast episodes. See The Story Studio, Horror Hangout, and The Other Stories.
  • I screened Keith and did a Q&A and didn’t have to get wasted to handle the nerves.
  • We did more comic cons
  • I launched my personal Patreon page.
  • I finished my #PROJECT365 -- a story idea a day for a year.
  • I finished two NaNoWriMos, sorta. Camp NaNo in February and NaNoBoozeMo in November.
  • 2017 was the year I wanted to ‘build like a motherfucker’. 
  • 2017 was the year I did more of what worked — collaboration being the key.
  • 2017 was the year I really learned to reach, and by this I mean scheduling a 10k run, being completely terrified of not actually being able to do it, but then doing it anyway. Sometimes, you’re only limiting yourself.
  • 2017 was the year I learned to love walking the dog and peace and quiet in general. Fuck the noise. Go outside for a bit. Breathe.
  • 2017 was the year I lost most of my money. Not a good thing but it’s a thing that happened. Maybe next year I can get some of that back.
  • 2017 was the year I fell in love with Stephen King books, this Bon Iver performance, learned to love running, found the Bookstagram community.

Themes to live by in 2018:


Experiment with stuff that might not go anywhere. I felt weirdly regimented in 2017. I want to make some music, take more photos, draw some more, try to cook, maybe do a coding class.


I know myself well enough now to know that if I’m not working on a big project, I’m not too nice to be around. #KEITH.


Maybe it’s a little close to the last theme, but writing is my favourite thing to do. I’m sure I'll be dreaming up short stories in my final days before death.


Further. Faster. In the sun, rain, snow. Do more. 


A good piece of art is more refreshing to me than anything in the world. I plan to watch more great cinema, read more great books, and listen to a ton of podcasts and music.

Less Social Media.

Maybe even cut it out completely?

Things To Do in 2018:

  • Publish They Ruin.
  • Make Keith.
  • Edit The 3.0 and send out for submissions.
  • El Marvo #2.
  • Lots of short stories.
  • Run a half marathon.
  • Do NaNoWriMo again.
  • Turn 30.
  • Have that hernia operation (long time coming).
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Stuff I Enjoyed:


Sharon Van Etten & Dirty Projectors & Tom Waits & Bon Iver & Radiohead & Jamie Lenman & Pantera & Metallica.

TV Shows

Twin Peaks & Fargo S2 & Castlevania & The Good Place & Inside No 9.


Let The Right One In & Stand By MeJohn Carpenter & David Cronenberg & Brawl in Cell Block 99.


Uzumaki & Hellboy & Postal


Want my top books? Go here --> top reads of the year. However here are some stand out authors who rocked my year:

Stephen King & Joe R. Lansdale & Clive Barker & Nick Cutter & Neil Gaiman & Scott Smith & Jeremy Robert Johnson.


Killer P.O.V & Shock Waves & Pure Cinema Podcast & Joe Rogan Experience & Nightmare Magazine

And that’s that. The home movies are finished. They ended in glitchy lines of white noise and left me and my family finishing our booze, wiping our eyes, and looking at each other with a rekindled love.

None of us said anything for a while until my mum spoke up: “Tea anyone?"

"Yes please," I said but actually meaning "I love you."


MØ36: Jedi Radicalism & My New Book


Morning Øutput #36


It’s been five years since my first story was published in a little-known collection of short-shorts called, ‘Flash Fiction World’.

So to honour, move on, ritualise, something, I’ve decided to take the best (audience favourites, most downloaded, personal selections) short stories and put them into one halfway decent collection. 



Take The Corvus: Short Stories & Essays by me

It will have stories previously published. It will have some new stuff. It is a best-of. It will be FREE to all of my patrons. I will be doing some signed print editions. I’m definitely going to want a copy of this on my shelf.

I haven’t worked out the blurb yet but here’s the track-listing:

  1. Take The Corvus
  2. Finders Keepers
  3. Women’s Running Magazine
  4. Doghouse
  5. Tusk
  6. Photoshop Wizard
  7. Chew Toy
  8. The Three-Oh
  9. Hell’s Kitchen
  10. Mr Lundin
  11. Ocean Eyes
  12. The People Who Live In My Beard
  13. The Old Fools of Tudor Close
  14. It’s Wednesday Night!
  15. Monty’s Meats
  16. Toast
  17. @boyonawall
  18. Old Knobbly
  19. Blackberry Gap
  20. Cardboard
  21. The Last Days of my Dad
  22. The Corvus Takes
  23. ESSAY: Tales from my first Five Years in the Womb
  24. ESSAY: On Writer’s Block & Other Buckets of Shit
  25. ESSAY: What I Learned from Writing a Short Story a Day for a Year
  26. ESSAY: How I made an Award-Winning Short Film in 7 Days with No Money, No Camera, & No Ideas.

The stories are all written but I’m going to go over and do another round of editing. So it should be primed and ready for the new year.

Star Wars - The Last Jedi

I went to see TLJ last week. I liked it. I didn’t love it. I laughed at all the jokes. I was in awe at all the beautiful bits. I got all tense at the battle bits. But something didn’t click for me. 

Now, for me, I give it a B. 

I’ll definitely rewatch it at some point and that may change, but what’s been more interesting to me, is how people’s reactions have almost turned into a parody of left-wing, right-wing politics.

People have been radicalised in their opinions. It seems, either you’re a far-left ‘Best SW film since Empire’ sorta person. Or you’re a far-right ‘Triggered nerd boy who doesn’t want change’ sorta person. 

I’m sure there are many people who feel the same as me. Middlin’. But even I’ve felt a little forced over to one side based on people’s reactions.

When you read articles with headlines like ‘TLJ doesn’t care what fanboys think’ or meme’s like ‘Fanboys complained because Force Awakens was too similar, now they’ll complain because Last Jedi is too different,’ it forces you to try and justify your feelings, pushing you further and further into them. And then you come up with conclusions and you try to justify them, too. It turns into a feedback loop, pushing you further and further into your position, into your far-right, or far-left views.

Swap out all the Star Wars stuff and pop in something to do with Election Results or Brexit and I imagine the situation will be pretty similar.  

...or maybe not. Who knows? Politics is weird.

If you really care for my thoughts on the film, I’ll put an image at the bottom of this post. It will contain SPOILERS.


Currently in the middle of three separate books and I watched a LOT of films. Mostly HH stuff. 


Black Christmas, Jack Frost, & Krampus

All for the Horror Hangout Christmas episode.

Ringu 2

See above.

The Last Jedi *SPOILERS*

Here are my thoughts:

  • Act 2 and 3 are the wrong way around. (You end with the kamikaze, obvs.)
  • Porgs are cool. 
  • Luke fake out and then dying anyway isn’t emotionally satisfying and is actually a bit of a cop out. He meditated so hard he popped his clogs? Eesh. Dude needs a final moment of bad-assery.
  • Superman-Leia was awesome. I got goosebumps.
  • Such pretty visuals. 
  • Why are all the battle scenes so rushed? Take your time. Give us the ups and downs of the battles, dude. OG Trilogy had the best battles. Hoth comes to mind.
  • I kinda loved the Falcon going through the caverns. It reminded me of the run to the core of the Death Star II.
  • Maz Kanata scene was like a checkpoint in a game. “Now you must go find the codebreaker, bring me five alien-horse collars and I’ll throw in some extra bonus points.”
  • Ackbar!!! Dammit. That fish deserved better.
  • Rey & Kilo dynamic was the most interesting part of the film. 
  • Poe Dameron is a mutineer! And all his superiors can say is, “Awh, ain’t he cute.” No! He should be in fucking space prison. 
  • For me, it’s not as good as people are saying. It’s also not as bad as people are saying. It’s a solid B.

Like I said, I'll watch it again. It's a good film. But I can't lie and say I came out feeling particularly jazzed about it.


A baked beans-on-toast sorta movie. Doesn't wow you, nor does it change your life, but it hits the spot. Also, the thing itself, Calvin, was really kinda scary.


The Robocop Soundtrack and this compilation of Star Wars tunes.

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That's all for this week. Hold onto your balls because Christmas is upon us, and Krampus is coming.

Until next time,

Luke & Family


MØ35: Homestretch, death, & a Tom Waits cover

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Morning Øutput #35


I keep thinking about death. Every time I watch an older movie or TV show, I find myself looking up the actors on IMDB, Wikipedia, etc, getting all sad at the fact that these guys had their lives and then, in most cases, simply petered out. 

I was reading about Werner Krauss, the guy who played Dr Caligari back in 1920, and how he went on to become a Nazi, had to go through a denazification process for years, and how people would boycott his plays. And then, according to Wiki: Krauss died in relative obscurity in Vienna, Austria in 1959.

And that was that.

All gone.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm turning 30 in February, or that we lost four loved ones in 2017, but I've been taking a lot more pictures recently, spending a lot more time doing simple stuff with my family.

It makes me think of that Frank Turner verse: 

Let go of the little distractions
Hold close to the ones that you love
Because we won't all be here this time next year
So while you can take a picture of us


For me, I'm going to make the most of it. I'm not just going to take pictures but leave all sorts of marks on the world in the things that I make, stuff that I do, relationships I build. And I'm going to damn well enjoy it too. 

The latest episode of TOS is one of mine and it was one of the rare chuckle-as-you-write stories. The type that seems to fall away from the fingertips and you just can't write it quick enough. 

Also, Joe and Karl absolutely smashed the production. Check out the episode over at iTunes or Acast.

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  • It's been a busy year of writing, reading, and raising a puppy. And by raising I mean cleaning up after.
  • Five years since I got my first short story published. I'm thinking of putting together a best-of collection. Would you guys be interested in something like that? Any favourite stories?
  • Dan put together his Top Five Reads of 2017.
  • How's your year been? I've seen people are already setting their goals for 2018. I'm gonna set aside some time at the end of the month. I still feel like I've got a few goals left to tick off.

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Wind River

I didn't quite enjoy this as much as I was expecting to. It was solid, no doubt, and there were some really harrowing scenes. Also, there was one scene with Jeremy Renner trying to comfort a friend that was simply fantastic. Worth a rewatch. 


One for this week's Horror Hangout.

Wolf Creek

The TV Show. It takes place after the films and is all about an American women hunting Mick down. I wasn't sure at first but I'm about halfway through now, and I'm digging the outback road trip of death.

Hammer House of Horror Ep 1

Another on Shudder (god bless Shudder). A TV show from 1980 that is surprisingly violent and erm... nude. I have no idea how they got away with airing this on TV back in the early 80s. I can only imagine the stacks of complaint letters landing in the ITV offices.


The Rats by James Herbert

A little clunky and a little sophomoric but not without its charm. There are some really fun death scenes and the pace just rockets on through to the end.

In The River by Jeremy Robert Johnson

Well, I wasn't quite expecting to love this as much as I did. Tragic, bizarre, magical, and downright horrific. A mix of The Road and Apocalypto. Looking forward to reading more of this dude's stuff in the new year.

Hellboy Vol 3: Wake The Devil

An absolute blast. I loved the short story format, dipping in and out of fairy tales, legends, myths, etc. I'm really enjoying just how bonkers the stories get. Looking forward to the next volume!


I've been looping this cover of the Interstellar theme tune a lot. It makes for fantastic writing noise. 

Also been hammering Tom Waits as it was his birthday. Actually, I recorded myself singing Green Grass the other day. Here it is if you fancy it.

Green Grass

Okay, that's all I got for this week. Take care of yourselves and remember to take lots of photographs. 

Until next time,

Luke & Family


MØ34: Out of Action


Morning Øutput #34


This is gonna be a short one guys and gals. I'm off work today because I've been having these crazy stomach cramps (probably related to the two hernias I've currently got).

I think it might be my body shutting down after such a massive project. It tends to be the way.

NaNoBoozeMo Final Stats:

  • 50018 out of 50000 words written.
  • 64025 out of 50000 metres ran.
  • No booze.

Other bits:

  • The image up top is a little cover sketch for The 3.0, my NaNo novel. There's still a lot of editing and rewriting to do but I'm quite proud of it. Here's the blurb:

Black Mirror meets Ex Machina with all the violence of Battle Royale.

With the singularity just around the corner, City44 has put together the latest reality TV sensation — The Turing Test! 
12 Contestants. 11
human. 1 not. 
Join the millions of city-folk as they watch the housemates and judge every movement, every reaction, every word spoken, and help decide just who is the most human. All those nominated will be evicted — a process that strips flesh from bones and reveals the humanity, or circuitry, within.

If a human, they will be granted access to City44 to live out their days in the Internet-of-Experience, free from pain and toil.

Or… will the Turing Test finally be beaten and will our Bot prove their humanity, proving the creation of life?

The 3.0 is a story of outcasts desperate to prove their humanity and in the process, discovering what it is that makes them human in the first place — their guilt, their crimes, their relationships, their pain. All with the feeling that one wrong move, one wrong word, might end with them in the furnace, screaming as their skin melts from their bodies.

  • I wrote an essay -- How To Win At NaNoWriMo -- for my patrons. 
  • People are already making goals for next year! I haven't even given a thought yet. What about you?
  • KEITH screened at the Filmed Up night in Manchester. It's always fun to see it in front of an audience. I can't wait to get stuck into the feature. 

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The Brood

Starting off my Cronenbergian Christmas right with The Brood. Although there are a few pacing issues for me, this is pretty much a perfect horror movie. I mean, it's genuinely horrifying.


I actually fell asleep during this but only because I found it so warm and comforting. It was like wrapping myself up in a childhood blanky.

The Cabinet of Dr Caligari

One for this week's Horror Hangout.

Mystery Science Theatre 3000

My new favourite thing on Netflix. I don't want to explain a single thing about it. Just do yourself a favour and stick it on.


Thinner by Stephen King/Richard Bachman

Thinner is a ton of fun. 
You go into it expecting something relatively simple but King/Bachman add a ton of extra spice with the scaly guy, spotty man, and the wonderfully obscene hitman mobster, Ginelli. Oh... and the breathing (SPOILERS!!!) pie.

Also really fun to find out the Lemke family are of Magyar descent. If you didn’t know, Kondor is a Magyar name. Also, I’m known as the gypsy at work because I’ve moved all around the country and worked at every office. AND… my future in-laws also call me the Hungarian gypsy. 
So… yeah… watch out… or I’ll curse yer!


This is a good 4 outta 5 and one of the better King endings.

Hellboy Vol2. Wake The Devil

I've been meaning to carry on with this series for quite a while. I wasn't completely sold by Vol 1 but this after this one... I'm getting there... 


Machine Head - Through The Ashes of Empire

Pantera - Random playlist

Been getting my old school metal on.

Gotta go.

Like I said. I got aches.

Until next time,

Luke & Family