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Hebden Bridge town centre, December 26th, 2015. The water rose another few feet after I took this picture.

Hebden Bridge town centre, December 26th, 2015. The water rose another few feet after I took this picture. Sorry for the picture quality. It was raining rather a lot.

It’s been six weeks, give or take, since the big floods here. They happened on Boxing Day, which was unpleasant. I was lucky. Despite living less than ten metres from the River Calder, my house remained dry. It’s quite high up, I suppose, and there are lots of easier places for the river to escape from than right by my front door. Nevertheless, when the water was lapping at the boundary wall at the foot of my property, I figured it was time to move all my stuff out of the lower ground floor. This is where I have my office, all my many, many books, and all my many, many goblins. It took me the entire day to move it out. Then the rain stopped, and the water ebbed, and I spent all the next day moving my stuff back. A lot of people had it a lot worse. (more…)

What’s what

Posted: January 27, 2016 in Random wifflings
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Woo. That was a tough six weeks. As happens several times a year, my blogging was interrupted by work and life. I’ve just finished the longest book I’ve ever written. 170,000 words written over four and a half months, plus other stuff on the side (to forestall questions: I can’t tell you what it is. It’s not Horus Heresy. It’s not 40k. It’s not Warhammer in any shape or form. Enough already!). There’s not been much time for anything but writing and hoovering and all that tedious domestic stuff.

We had a good Christmas. Afterwards I intended to take some proper, sitting on my arse not talking to anyone time off… And then my home town experienced the worst flood it ever has. We live right next to the river, but we’re high up and bought our house knowing that it has not flooded just here in living memory. Naturally, the water was lapping at the boundary wall on Boxing Day. I took fright, and spent all day moving the contents of my office upstairs, then all the next moving it back. Fortunately, we did not flood. Later that week I spent a couple of days doing voluntary work helping people whose circumstances necessitated a bit more than moving hundreds of books and a million goblins from one room to another. So, no relaxing time off. As a couple of days of writing were swallowed too, (and I was running late, to be honest) work fell behind, requiring much hard pedalling on the write-o-matic to catch up. To those brave souls who come here to read this drivel, I apologise I’ve not been drooling as much as usual. There’s only so much Guy to go around.

Anyway, although I’ve still got a work slate so loaded I can’t even begin to think of a humorous metaphor, I’m coming back to blogging. Expect soon:

  1. More book reviews.
  2. Recent hobby activities and plans for the year.
  3. Why I’m really enjoying Age of Sigmar.
  4. My opinion on Star Wars episode VII.
  5. An account of the flood.

I reserve the right to be lazy and sack any/all of that off or not write it until 2018, but it’s what’s in the plan.

If you think I should try harder, then consider this: I wrote 435,000 words of fiction last calendar year. This does not include blogs, reviews, articles and other material. My fingers hurt.


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Carpet bombing Goodreads

Posted: November 24, 2015 in Random wifflings

I’ll be copying over the book reviews I have on this site to Goodreads over the next couple of weeks, because – completeness and sense of rightness and such. And I don’t know, I’m running around the diginetwebhellthing like a headless chicken composed of zeroes and ones because it’s the 21st century and I was born in the Stone Age. I’ve almost put all the surviving files I have from Death Ray up here, so it seems like the right time. Soon, I’ll start posting my later reviews done for other publications here and on the aforementioned site of good reading. Now won’t that be lovely for everyone?

If this stuff crops up a lot on your Twitter and Facebook feeds, now you know why. Hey, while we’re here, why don’t you check out my Goodreads page? You may be surprised how many books I’ve written. I know I am. I wrote most of them in a post-baby haze, driven by a need for escape and cold hard cash. Who knows how many words ran from my fingers along with the tears of hysteria flooding from my eyes? Does this business warp you, or do you have to be warped to do it? That’s the kind of question I ask myself ALL THE TIME, when I’m not fending off hordes of imaginary goblins. Help.

I probably take more pictures of natural sights in autumn at any other time. We have some exciting weather around Hebden Bridge during the season, with conditions that range from the summery to the wintery and everything in between. It is often stormy. Provided I’m dressed appropriately, there’s little I find more invigorating than being on my own in the middle of nowhere, being blasted by freezing wind and rain. That I enjoy it is fortunate, because by any sane man’s definition Yorkshire’s climate is awful.

Here are a few pictures of weathery stuff, and a bonus deer.


Season’s first snow, Saturday 21st November, 2015.


Leaves stacked like Pringles by flooding, Friday 20th November, 2015.


The River Calder in full spate. The usual level is two metres lower than this. The picture was taken from my kitchen window. Luckily, it never floods where we live. Monday, 9th November 2015.


Roe stag against the sky. Now the leaves have fallen, it’s much easier to spot deer. Shortly before I saw this, Magnus and I started a group of three, and saw another trio some way off down the hill. Friday 20th November, 2015.

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I’ve been having some consultations with proper pro people about my online life. One thing that came up was me asking you to rate my books on Amazon and Goodreads. Really? You actually, really think I should ask that? Holy cow.

I haven’t done this very much because I’m British. The very thought of saying “Go! Go rate my books! Tell me how marvellous I am!” to people I’ve never looked in the eye over a teacup makes me shudder in my boots. It fills me with such a profound sense of shame I imagine slipping away from my life in the dead of night to join the Foreign Legion, leaving nothing but a poignant confessional on tear-stained notepaper. It’s just not the done thing.

But, you know what? To an extent sales are driven by ratings. Internet algorithms are. So I’m going to fight down the nausea and say, “If you enjoy my work, please take the time to rate it online.”

This is of course self-serving. Fundamentally it’s about my bank balance. But it’s not just about me (except it is. Shush now me!). It’s about you too. If you like my books and rate them, that encourages other folk to buy them. If people buy enough, my publishers are happy and I get to write more. So if you’ve wanted more Richards and Klein stories, or a sequel to Crash, or you want the Black Library to make me chief goblin wrangler, click a few star buttons. It’ll help.

God, I feel dirty now. Horribly dirty, and not in a good way. I need a lie down and some absinthe just to wash the taste from my mouth. I may be away a while.

Tomorrow is the great Facebook reorganisation! Keep in touch, like my official page.

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Facebooking changes

Posted: November 4, 2015 in Random wifflings

Greetings! I’ve some maybe slightly inconvenient news. I dunno. Is it inconvenient? We like everything to hold the promise of microwaveable, push-button, voice-activated convenience these days even if the tech is rarely what it’s cracked up to be.  (I’m thinking of you Cortana, installed on my Windows 10, you jumped up search engine you. Er, maybe when Cortana is actually useful, it’ll get offended. So, just in case – Cortana, if you ever read this and feel enough to be upset, you’ve won, and I apologise). In this case, you human people actually only have to press a button, a virtual one at that.

What the hell am I rambling about? This: It’s that time of year when things calm down (I’ve only one project to write at once) and I turn my attention half-heartedly to social media, which I feel I should be doing more on, but awfully neglect. Facebook is my current target. I’m going to follow many of my author colleagues and separate the personal from the professional, and have a massive… well, I don’t like to use the word cull, but cull.

If I know you well, you’ll stay on my friends list for my Guy Francis Haley page. If I don’t, I’m going to “unfriend” you. It’s nothing personal, although that horrible verbal neologism makes it sound so. I still love you for liking my books, and I still want to talk to you. You can do that over on my official Guy Haley Facebook page, or right here. If you “Like” the page, you’ll get notification of all my updates, random musings and pictures of toy soldiers posted on this blog and on twitter, only without the photographs of my blood kin (I mean my nephews, brothers and so forth. I’m not in a vampire coven, but “blood kin” sounds way cooler than “family”).

Remember I’m also on Twitter as @guyhaley, and on Goodreads.

I’ll be putting this into action on Friday. I’ll post some reminders on Twitter before then.

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