So… I have been sick recently. I really did intend to be good and post regular, but for the last 6 weeks I have been up and down and generally unwell. Up to and including a hospitalization.

Funny thing about not being able to breathe properly. All you want is some air. ‘You think,’ gasp, ‘the hospital,’ gasp, ‘might be able to,’ gasp, ‘help me? Well,’ gasp, ‘then, get me there’ gasp, cough, splutter.

It was not fun. And they still don’t know what was wrong. But I feel better now, so am going to run with that and hope whatever the problem/illness/alignment of the planets was, it is now resolved.

I intend to post about the music that inspires me on Mondays, Something or another on Wednesday or Thursday (at least once a month a regular post about being a carer.) and three times a fortnight I plan on posting either snippets or something that expands the universes I write in. Especially MY universe, the Mongrelverse. This last will be on Saturdays, with the third post floating to fill in gaps of other themes or just being jammed in somewhere if I have enough elsewhere.

I hope for the best. I really hope to avoid more relapses. That would be a badness thing.

I have managed to get some work done. Otherwise where would I be pulling the snippets from?

The first of these releases should be sometime within the next fortnight – Mongrel’s Tooth and Consequences. I will update everyone with the date as soon as I confirm.

To the next book and beyond!

P.S. Well wishes welcome!

Boris Chronicles Audiobooks Released!

That’s right! The Boris Chronicles have been released in audio – All 4 of them in one compilation! This is hopefully the first in a (long) series of additions to my works for everyone to enjoy! I plan on giving weekly updates with one (upcoming) possible exception, the week of June 18th, although I will hopefully have something to schedule then as well.

But a massive thanks to Michael Anderle and Stephen Campbell for organizing this release and Chris Abernathy for narrating the works.

So go, look, buy, and enjoy. Either click the Cover or, if that doesn’t work, click HERE!

Progress Marches Forward

Exciting news! All Chaos Press has released a formal announcement identifying the start date of Wenebojo and the technology company that will be working with them to bring the Storytelling to everyone. The company that was chosen to be this integral collaborator is IBM. Wenebojo is a story-based streaming service where you can more fully immerse yourself in your favorite genres, from romance to sci-fi. You can read more about the entire project HERE.

Wenebojo has opened for sales, both advanced ones and something called the Pathfinder group. Pathfinders will enjoy earlier access to all future releases and a variety of other perks from February 15th. This is a wonderful opportunity for the addicts out there. (And come on, I know some of you get obsessed by when a new book or story is coming out.) Regular subscribers will gain access on or around the 1st of March this year.

I wanted to update you all on the progress for I am thrilled that we are pushing forward to launch, and I hope it brings many new people to my audience. Feel free to spread the post and the news! And if you have further questions I might be able to answer, don’t hesitate to comment below!

Paul C. Middleton.

P.S. I would appreciate it if when you sign up if you would pick Group Purple. It will give you a discount and me a warm fuzzy feeling.

#Wenebojo #AllChaosPress #Storyteller

Mongrel’s Tooth and Consequences: Proofreading snippet

Mongrel’s Tooth and Consequences has reached Proofreading, so I thought I would give you all a snippet to celebrate!

Taken from Chapter 4

Then Fidelma’s eyes flashed. “Why didn’t you tell us it was possible people suspected your blood was a… a… source of power for the Gods sake? Isolde may have been a little irresponsible. If people come looking for you and we’re the ones at home, by Rot, then we are all in danger.”

I blinked. She was right. I should have told them. She also had the classic Redhead’s temper, although I wondered how bad the situation would have to be to get her to curse in human terms. To give you an idea, ‘by Rot’ roughly translated in this context as ‘You stumbling drunken ass-jacker.’ I looked them both in the eye and said “It’s a work in progress. I’m not used to living with others, let alone working with others or having to consider people gunning for me might go after them. I’ll try to do better in the future.” I took both of their glares at face value, looking them in the eyes. A useful skill, learned over the years, being able to stare down two people at once.

Eventually, Isode gave a nod and went back to unpacking the camping gear. Once I only had to stare down Fidelma, she gave a grudging nod and said, “Work hard at it.” That was that.

Turning my thoughts back to the problem at hand, I looked at both Isolde and Fidelma and spoke up. “But back to your concept of the plan, if a fifty cal couldn’t bruise your wings like you’re claiming, then I’d have to agree with your assessment. A Drop Bear is unlikely to harm them. So it’s not a bad plan, and far better than anything the SSC would be able to put together. Not without calling in a wizard from either the Southern or Western divisions, at least. The Northeast division just doesn’t have any wizards skilled at manipulating forces in that way. They’ve got plenty of wizards and witches who can manipulate forces, but none of them seem to be able to create physical shields against anything. I guess my reputation for finding creative solutions is what kicked me in the ass this time. Without such notoriety, they probably would’ve called on one of the wizards from the other divisions. Gods dammit.” I sighed and got up to leave the tent.

Fidelma spoke up as I stood. “Aren’t you going to sleep with us tonight? Surely you need some rest before we go out fighting the unknown.” I’d figured that had been their plan when they insisted on only one tent, but part of the reason I had slept on the trip down was that I had no intention of sleeping with either of them. Fidelma was still my client, in a nebulous sort of fashion, and was fast becoming a business partner.

Words complete: Mongrel’s Tooth and Consequences

Mongrel’s Tooth and Consequences is now in the hands of the editor.

Here is a sample of the work, pre-editor from Chapter 1:

“I’m sorry Thal, but we sent a squad in after an elf and a group of foresters who disappeared in the Belanglo State Forest. They were driven back by a nest of Drop Bears.” There was a pause like he expected me to explode or something. “You’re the best hunter on this side of the continent, hell, probably the entire continent.” His voice held some injured pride as he admitted to the truth, but he continued, “We both know Drop Bears don’t usually congregate. They’re usually solitary ambush hunters. At least five were spotted by the squad, and one of them ‘hamstrung’ a squad member before they pulled back. We need you. If anyone can figure out what the hell is going on it’s you. They also healed bullet wounds rather fast. The squad leader is reasonably sure his people took one down for good, but the situation still leaves four.”

He was probably right. Any atypical behavior from Drop Bears, or other urban legends, could be a problem for all supes. The damned critters were already in the public’s subconscious, as an urban legend (and a bit of a joke, Aussies being Aussies). Drop Bears just didn’t act as pack animals. From what I’d seen of them before and heard about them from other hunters, they are almost always encountered solo. The only exception I’d known of was their breeding season. Now was not their breeding season. Something was affecting them. Hopefully a curse of some kind. I was a fan of any job that was ‘two birds, one stone.’ Breaking a curse while killing the monsters would make this a twofer, monster hunting and curse removal all in one.

I sighed into the phone. There wasn’t much choice involved in the decision. If a squad from the SSC extermination units couldn’t handle, they needed me.

I could hear the bitterness in my voice as I finally gave McGuire my answer, “All right Sergeant. Have the squad stay and handle containment. We’ll leave at noon. should get there sometime early tomorrow I guess. But then I’m taking a week off dammit. Ever since I woke up from breaking Fidelma’s curse, you’ve had me running ragged. Besides, Gran and Elizabita want to spend some time with Isolde and me. Neither of us wants to piss them off.” Fidelma and Isolde giggled in the background as I said that. “You try and keep stuff locked down here, eh? I’ll do my best to deal with the problem you’ve given me. If I can’t figure out anything else, I’ll just wipe out the Drop Bears in the area. And I’ll be careful with them acting like groundhogs too.”

Sorry for the Silence. Update here.

First of all, despite the Kickstarter failure, we are still pushing ahead with Wenebojo. It is just taking longer.
We have a proof of concept very short work available free HERE.

A lot of my time has been taken up in efforts to push that project through to success.

Also, I have just released two works, both short stories.

One is Operation Blowback, a sequel to The Pandora Battalion, is available in ‘Cyberwar 3: Black Ice

The other is a Mongrelverse short, expanding the universe. Oathbreaker’s Blood. Available in ‘The Hand You Were Dealt.

More updates (and releases, at least of short stories in anthologies) coming soon! I will do my best to keep you more up to date.


What has been cooking out of sight in the ‘Kitchen’

I promised this information some time ago, and then got caught up in actually working towards the project, and dealing with my personal loss.

The time is now for announcing that the project that the Phoenix Prime Collective has have been working on for over a year is about to become a reality. We are very excited that soon Wenebojo will be bringing something new to the entertainment world by combining an audiobook with streaming imagery and closed captioning. Plans are already in progress to add sign language to the stream. This will make the stories available through a broader spectrum of sight and sound.

In partnership with IBM, and running on their newest generation mainframes in the secure, worldwide Z Cloud, we plan to launch before Christmas. Before that launch, there is a Kickstarter campaign, followed by an early access period (which can be joined through the Kickstarter.)

It is a privilege to be a part of this project, along with my fellow Phoenix Prime authors and members. It is also an honor to be part of the group of fewer than forty people that have pushed this project forward. Our collective skills, hard work, and determination will bring this project and the streaming service it produces to a successful launch. In the process, many works of our authors’ works will also become available for purchase as audiobooks.

We hope that the project makes our stories and worlds more accessible to a wider audience. Many of the people that we hope can now experience our stories have found it challenging or impossible up until now.

To help support us, please share!

Please take the time to visit the Kickstarter page at

We will also keep updates on the Wenebojo website, found here: There is a sample of the project ( a flash fiction work) available now!


Grief is a strange creature. Everyone feels it differently. Nor is there a way of showing grief that is out of the ordinary. It is one of the few examples of human emotion for which there is no baseline.

There are many traditional ways of dealing with it. From the keening in Scotland to the second lines in New Orleans, every culture has an expectation for mourning. The somber Catholic funeral to the celebration of their life in an Irish wake. Some groups of aboriginals ban the use of the deceased’s name for a period of time. No group, no cross-section of any society grieves in the same way.

My personal favorites are the second lines of New Orleans and the Irish Wake.

No one should look down on another for how they grieve. But there are unfortunate expectations in much of my society. For women to weep and for men to be stoic rocks. There are some who sneer at those who act outside expectations.

Ignore these people. They don’t have the empathy appropriate to help you. Strangely, it also might be a manifestation of their grief. Just let their actions go.

Still, I found myself mourning in a different way when my father died. I found solace in remembering all the good he did in it. Even when we did not get along, I could respect what my father did with his life. I could recognize the morality of his deeds.

Dad worked in the Pharmaceutical industry. He had a Masters in Pharmacology and an MBA. Dad was in marketing, but also knew the medications he was selling inside out. He pushed some products for very personal reasons.

He made it a personal crusade to get a vaccine for meningitis on the market. That may seem like an odd thing to make a private cause, but I had almost died of that disease at eight-months-old. Dad never wanted another parent to have to go through the stress and worry, the continued uncertainty of long-term consequences, that my illness caused.

When Dad retired from working for more prominent corporations, he set up a consultancy. He would pick and chose who he took on as a client based on how much good the project could produce.

In a way, my grief comes from how proud I am of the moral man my Father was. He could be rigid and stubborn, even harsh. Still, he acted from a core of right and wrong that I cannot deny, though I saw it as strictly black and white.

In a way, most of my grief comes from losing that rudder of black and white, right or wrong, morality in my life. I am a person who lives in the greys. Not a criminal, but someone who recognizes that crimes can be committed from good intentions.

Did I cry over the loss of my father? Yes. Many around me, however, may have seen me as stoic. I was not. I never kept the grief I felt locked in. It was always there, from when I heard he had advanced lung cancer.

And it will be with me for years to come. What I did do is accept the grief as a part of who I am rather than vocal or public expressions, or rock-faced stoicism.

There is only one wrong way to grieve. That is to deny the grief or lock it away and refuse to face it. When you lose someone, that loss will forever be a part of you.

Hiatus and the reasons behind it.


Hello. I am back, in a way. I apologize for the hiatus and will be doing my best to post more regularly. You, my fans, deserve an explanation as to what has been happening and what has been coming. In this post I will cover the ‘bad’ that has been weighing me down, my next post will be a discussion on that, and the final post will be the ‘good’ I have been working on.

My father was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer just before Christmas. I was told in mid-January. My relationship with Dad was always tumultuous and difficult. I always loved and respected my Dad, but there were times when I could not be in the same room as him.

I still love him, even now he is gone.

I had a trip planned to the US, so I could go and work with some of my collaborators. Meet with my mentor. Work on a project we had going in the background. Get back on track. I saw him the night before I left, and he was not as well as I hoped. He made me swear I would stay for the trip and push through and work on everything no matter what happened.

I saw him the morning I flew out. I said my goodbye. I could tell from his insistence that he was happy with what I was doing. It was the first time in my life I felt he approved of me.

I left on the 12th of June. Dad passed on the 20th of June from Pneumonia. He died with his sister, daughters, and wife at his side.

I kept my word to him and did my best to be useful for the rest of my trip. I finished my share of two collaborations and a short story while on the trip. (These are currently at the tender mercy of my editors)

But I still feel a gaping hole with him gone. I miss the feeling of a safety net for advice in specific areas. I even miss the arguments we had due to our different politics. He was one of the four most influential people in making me, well, me.

May the gods have recognized him and accepted him into their halls.

Next time, I will post on grief. After that, I will post something on the ‘good’ that has been chewing into my time like an evil caterpillar. I hope you all see the butterfly potential I do.