Robert Shearman

@robertshearman.bsky.social

Writer of stuff, often quite odd. (Both me and the stuff.) Owned by a cat.

It’s publication day for The Key to Time! A book thick enough to stun a giant squid. And next week comes the release of the paperback edition of The Chimes of Midnight. I’ve been hard at work writing Doctor Who books! (Although I refuse to believe anything involving Doctor Who constitutes work.)

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We're gathering at Writing the Occult: Time & Place to talk about just this sort of thing - how you can nail time & place in speculative narratives. Mark joins Una McCormack, Rob Shearman & Simon Guerrier on a very special panel talking about using the TARDIS to make time and space infinite, too. 🧵⬇️

A graphic of a blue police box represents the Doctor Who TARDIS

Last few tickets left for this! 6.30pm next Wednesday, 22nd January, at Waterstones Islington. I'll be joined by Aliya Whiteley, Robert Shearman and Barry Forshaw, discussing how we write genre fiction. Bring your questions!

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Introduced by the great Robert Shearman, please buy my debut horror collection! And just look at that cover art! (Thank you, Daniella Batsheeva!) What a great Christmas stocking filler this book would make for any horror fan! Buy it now - it's what baby Jesus would have wanted.

SJ Townend@sjtownend.bsky.social · 2y ago

Look! It's finally here! After the longest, most painful labour ever, I birthed a book. It's feeding well and gaining weight, but it sleeps with its eyes open and wails like a banshee if I put it down. brigidsgatepress.com/product/sick...

I finished two books today. One as a writer, and one as a reader. I think both experiences are satisfying, but the lovely thing about finishing a book as a reader is that you can still be surprised by the ending.

November 21. I got excited, thinking this was the shortest day of the year. And that from this point on the sunlight will get longer and the weather will get warmer and we’re on the sure climb towards the Spring. …Then I remembered that’s *December*, we’ve another month of this first. Bugger.

I still feel about BlueSky the way I feel about swimming at the beach. I keep on paddling and then backing off from the merest wave. And I stand on the sand watching all my mates swimming and laughing and playing with huge inflatable ducks, and saying the water is lovely - and I paddle out further.