One of the best things about self-publishing is the opportunity to update and refresh the art assets of your old books. The cover for THE END was looking a bit dated so I decided to give it a new one. Whenever I design a new cover I tend to go through a few iterations before I arrive at the one I like best and I thought I'd share some of those iterations here. 

Which one do you like best?




What can be said about Angela? She's lonely. She's ageing. She's suffered, and she suffers. My goodness does she suffer. 

I wrote the story as a kind of ode to female loneliness, and as a look at how torment in early life can drive a wedge between the sufferer and other people that grows with age. Of course, the examples I use are extreme, but the effects are true to those I have seen in real life. It's a dark, dark book, made only more evocative by Rob Goll's masterfull naration, but it's book I retain a lot of affection for, and Angela is probably my most complicated and complete character. This isn't the kind of character a reader aspires to be, or projects themselves upon. She's defined and distinct, like a portrait painted in neon. I don't expect my readers to like her, in fact, I expect them to be repelled, but as they learn more about her I hope they are also able to feel sympathy for her. To feel sympathy and repulsion at the same time is the kind of push and pull I was hoping for. Let me know how I did in the comments.


Part 2 will be available on Wednesday next week.

Till Death is out now

After a long period of radio silence, I'm pleased to announce that TILL DEATH is finally out. I’m describing it as a zombie drama. It has zombies and all the gore and violence the genre demands, but at its heart, it is a relationship drama. The story centres on a couple in their forties who ran from city life to live self-sufficiently on the south coast of England, but who found tragedy where they were expecting to find paradise. As they struggle to make a life in the wake of that tragedy they become so isolated by their shared pain and private conflict that they are unaware that the world is ending around them.

The story is set within the same zombie apocalypse as THE END and although the two stories don’t intersect, having read THE END will add depth to TILL DEATH. As such, the two books are now part of a series that I will call, TALES FROM THE END. Expect more tales from the end soon... (or when I regain the appetite to write about zombies again)


The book is available for Kindle now, will be in paperback shortly, and as an audiobook shortly after that. 



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I'm pleased to introduce my first collection, called TERMINAL

TERMINAL collects DRIVE, ANGELA and THE END together for the first time. 

A train runs through these three stories, and like all trains, and all journeys, it must terminate somewhere, and this is the end of that line.

I chose the name TERMINAL because it's both a condition, and an ultimate destination, and these stories are examinations of the human condition, as much as they are journeys with definite endings.

The three stories are set in the same universe and although they are loosely connected in terms of tone and theme, they are also more closely connected in some key ways that only become apparent when reading the three stories together in the order they are collected in TERMINAL. I think they are more satisfying when read this way, as three chapters in a larger critique of humanity and human nature.

Also at just $2.88 they're cheaper when bought together ;)

TERMINAL cover. Spot the hidden images... 



On writing, reviews, and DRIVE. My interview with Ben Warden

I was lucky enough to be interviewed by the awesome Ben Warden recently. Ben is editor of the #SFFiction project and author of his highly acclaimed romantic comedy 'Life Without', which made the top ten literary fiction e-books on amazon. 

Ben is someone I reached out to when first publishing THE END to ask advice for advice. Not only was he generous with his help, he has supported me ever since. Twitter is full of writers who at best ignore each other, and at worst are obstructive to others success, but Ben is one of the good ones. You should follow him and check out his work.

In the interview we talk about motivation, dealing with reviews both good and bad, and a little about my new book DRIVE

You can read an excerpt below, and the full interview on Ben's blog.

Ben: So Drive has the catch line ‘what drives a man?’. What drives you to writing horror, what is it about that genre that grabs you?
Adam: I’ve always been a fan of horror. I think one of the first books I read was The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker, which later became the film Hellraiser. I also read Carrie by Stephen King and American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis when I was very young – probably too young  – and they all had a big impact on me and no doubt influenced the kind of stories I write now. I think what I love about horror, in particular horror literature, is how great a tool it is for exploring the inner workings of human nature, both as a reader and writer. As a writer, thinking about what your characters are most afraid of is a good way of getting to their emotional core and of giving them layers that hopefully make them more interesting and sympathetic, or as sympathetic as a serial killer or zombie can be. Also horror is a great opportunity to use metaphor and allegory, which I like to do.
Ben: Absolutely; the imagery in your books is great reading. What I find brilliant about all your novellas is how character driven they are and how far you let us see into the characters' thinking. What is it about putting the reader right at the centre of that thought process; why do you do it to us, Adam?! :]
Adam: Yeah, sorry about that! I just find getting inside the heads of flawed, monstrous people really interesting. I want my readers to be appalled by the things my characters do, but to also get to a point where they understand why they do what they do. I love the idea of getting my readers to feel sympathy for monsters.

Read the full interview here.

True Horror - True Accounts

I've spent the last few months travelling around Europe and during that time I listened to a lot of audiobooks (easier to read when driving or lying on the beach) and maybe because of my own recent output they were almost all about serial killers. I read about Richard Ramirez, Ted Bundy, Fred and Rose West, and Charles Manson. All were fascinating, all were terrifying, but what I learned listening to those stories is that there is nothing more terrifying than the truth, and nothing more monstrous than the human being. No matter how many flesh eating monsters or demon birds I dream up, none of them will ever be as horrifying as the things that occur in those true accounts for the very fact that they happened to real people, and real families.

I may review the books I read here in the future, but in the meantime you can listen to Helter Skelter, The True Story Of The Manson Murders for free (ad supported) on Youtube. 

My own audiobooks are also now available in full and for free on my Youtube channel.



ps - Fred and Rose West were the worst of the bunch.


“You have reached your destination…”

So DRIVE is finished. The journey David and I have been on has come to an end, and I feel pretty good about it. The night is over and the welcome sun is rising. I’m not as glad to say goodbye to him as I was with Angela, I think because I felt her pain more distinctly than I do David’s, or because he deserves it, at least partially. Angela was a victim, David is less so. Yes he has struggled, yes there are reasons he has led the life he has, but everyone struggles, and his experiences aren't all that unique. Many other people have been through the same things and didn’t find catharsis in blades and cruelty. Maybe his mind was wired in a way that predisposed him to kill. Maybe his troubled childhood was an excuse, rather than a cause. We’re free to speculate, but we’ll never know. We meet him too late in his life to ask these questions. By the time we meet him he is already on that fateful journey, and like all journeys it must terminate somewhere...


DRIVE was inspired by many things. McCarthy’s The Road. Pride. Lust. Shame. The desire to write a male character after writing two females. But most of all it is about another damaged family and the destructive power of love. How love can cure, and how a lack of it can kill.

It's out now and you can buy it here.


So that leaves me three for three. DRIVE, ANGELA and THE END. My three miserable little stories are out there in the world, no longer strictly mine, free to be interpreted, enjoyed, ignored. Between them they form a kind of loose trinity, connected by theme, length and tone, and the train that runs through them. In early 2016 I am going to release them as a collection called TERMINAL.



forming or situated at the end or extremity of something.

(of a disease) predicted to lead to death, especially slowly; incurable.
(of a condition) forming the last stage of a terminal disease.

the end of a railway or other transport route, or a station at such a point.
a departure and arrival building for air passengers at an airport.


You can now listen to THE END on Youtube, in full and for free.

THE END tells the story of Zoe, a thirtysomething single parent who finds herself in the midst of the zombie apocalypse, and then loses herself there too. The audiobook is narrated by Shiromi Arserio. 

It has been on sale through Audible, iTunes, and Amazon for a little over a year and has had some great feedback, but I really want the story to reach as many listeners as possible so now, for the first time, it is also available on Youtube for nothing more than the cost of sitting through a few ads.

I really hope you enjoy it. If you do please hit the thumbs up and share it with your friends.


One Man's Land, out now.

James Porter

Well it's been a long time coming (just less than a hundred years in fact), but my Great Grandad's journals from his time in World War 1 are now available to buy from all good retailers. 

His words are an important historical record of the first global war, covering in minute detail the grit and grime of that hand fought battle. Sometimes banal, sometimes grand and blasting, what struck me when I read what he wrote for the first time is that each passing year has only added to the value of the record. To see all the ways that war has changed, and the ways it has stayed the same gives us a unique perspective, an opportunity to reflect, and perhaps even change.

Reading, transcribing and editing them has been a labour of love for everyone involved and we know that had he still been around he would have loved for his history of that great war to be as widely available as they are today.

To celebrate its release I will be discounting the book by 50% for the next month.

Click below to order your copy now.

At ease!

On Honesty...

Good writing is honest. To be effective it needs to say something true. “Write what you know” say the givers of advice. "I am a fireman who lost his family, so I will write about a fireman who has lost his family", say some, and that’s great. That sounds like an important and interesting story. That fireman has something to say. I take that advice more generally. As I understand it, if you know loss, write about that, or joy if you’re lucky enough. I’ve written about grieving zombies, lonely women and remorseful killers. I’m none of those things but each story poked at an emotional core that was true to me, and it was the telling of this truth, as opposed to just explaining the plot, that kept my writing and fuelled me to complete them.


With Drive going through the weird gestation I put my work through before I release them I went back to a sci-fi story I’ve been writing for years. It’s been rewound, rewritten and reorganised more times than I can remember and it is finally approaching something resembling a first draft. But I don’t love it yet. I love the world and the characters and the imagery, I just don’t know what it’s about. The End was about loss, Angela about loneliness, and Drive about lust, but I still don’t know what this story is about at its core, and so writing has turned into editing, and editing turned into inertia, but I continue to chip away at it. Inspiration for this story comes in fits and starts. It needs more honesty, some emotionally resonant core. I need to find someway to hide something true in it, because at the moment it’s just a series of things that happen in a pretty world.


I am writing something else. Something so honest it’s unpublishable. In that nothing is hidden, every word is honest to me. I probably will never publish it, but it’s freeing to write without having to obsfucate the truth and increasingly the question I ask myself as I write is that. How much truth can I obscufate? And how can I make that hidden truth entertaining? Or if not entertaining, can I make it into art? How much of myself am I willing to sell? This is problem with the money motive. Can art and profit ever really co-exist? Time will tell. 

It's giveaway time!

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I have been lucky enough to be asked to participate in the Dark Dreams Halloween Giveaway with an enormous and awesome group of authors. The sheer plethora of prizes on offer is far too great to go into here but the highlights include a bountiful amount of books and a grand prize of $175.00 Paypal cash.  

All you have to do to enter is click below and like, follow and share the links and pages included in the Rafflecopter widget thing. 

I'm giving away a copy of THE END or ANGELA, signed sealed and delivered by post to anywhere in the world. 

Good luck! 

The Gap. No, not that one.

There are times when when I hate what I write. It's not affecting. It's clumsy. It's embarrassingly earnest. It's error-ridden. It's not clever. It's not published. It's not Cormac McCarthy. It's not David Lynch. It's not good enough.

And by extension I'm not good enough. I'm not talented enough. I'm not special enough. I'm not getting reviewed enough. I'm not reaching enough people.

And I'm not.

Not yet.

But I'm on my way.

These are a few of my favourite things...

Masahisa Fukase

The Japanese photographer obsessed over his wife and muse Yoko, documenting her every detail, every quirk and glance, finding all of her beauty and preserving it for us to see - until the day she left him in 1976.

Perhaps his scrutiny became too much. Maybe the camera lens detached him from his subject and left her feeling like a bird in a cage, in isolated adulation. In her own words, 

“With a camera in front of his eye, he could see; not without.” 


Once she was gone he turned his camera to new muse, a more ominous one, the black feathers and shining eyes of the raven. In his seminal photobook, "The Solitude Of Ravens" he says more about loss and loneliness through his images of these birds and the places they inhabit than many books can. 

The images reflect the mental state of the artist, as all the best art does, and without Yoko, Fukase fell into a deep depression. Depression brought with it alcohol and together they abused each other. Despite remarrying Fukase continued to photograph his ravens, and he continued to drink, until one final drunken night in 1992 when he fell down the stairs at a bar, and into a coma, in which he would remain until his death twenty years later in 2012.

Yoko visited him in the hospital twice a month. 


This is my favourite image of his. Birds and blackness. Angela would love it. 


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