  | I do love writing my short stories, and seeing them published in anthology magazines is a buzz beyond description. "Pulp Modern" is an anthology magazine I've been reading with rapture for years now. The editor, Alec Cizak, curates a publication that both garners great authors and stories as well as standing firm in supporting freedom of expression. Whilst I've loved reading "Pulp Modern" over the years, I've hankered for a berth in its line-up. Et voilà! My story, "Beelzebub's Bird" appears in this special issue volume. The story has a horror twist with a distinctly Aussie backdrop, so not my usual hard-boiled crime stuff. I was invited to do a story version of a short film, "Cocky", with the screenplay written by Aaron McJames and Darren Casey. It was an incredibly fun project, and I do hope you like the end result. Let's put it this way...the next time you see a sulphur-crested cockatoo, it'll have you thinking! Cheers, ABP |
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 On this day, ANZAC Day, when we as Australians and New Zealanders commemorate our veterans, it is so important to remember that their sacrifice, in blood and suffering, is what we owe our freedom to. For those who returned from the front lines of conflict, the suffering often endured a lifetime for them, as it does for veterans to this day. The freedom they defended is the vital freedom that so many now take for granted and do not appreciate, but it is the freedom that enables us to live our lives, enjoy our rights, and bathe in freedom of speech and ideas. The same freedom that many would take from us, both adversaries outside our country and self-interested control-centred people and groups within our country. My own tribute is to dedicate a blog, as I have done in recent years, to both my grandfathers, who fought for the Australian Army in the World Wars, defending those freedoms. My paternal grandfather was Gordon Reginald Patterson and he went to the Western Front in 1917. He turned 18 six days before he enlisted. Private Patterson then joined the Australian Army Infantry in the trenches in northern France and Belgium for all the horrors that entailed. He came back to Australia in 1919. He died when my father was only 6 years old. His photo is below, and I can see my father in his face. My maternal grandfather was George Harwood Smith and he went to the second World War in 1941, as a 39 year old. He served with the Australian Army Motor Transport in Indonesia. When the Allied forces in Java surrendered to the Japanese in 1942, Private Smith went into the infamous Japanese POW camp at Changi in Singapore, where he remained a prisoner until the end of the war. Alas, I don't have any photos of Grandfather Smith in uniform (I am making enquiries to try and rectify this). I can't begin to even imagine the horrors both my grandfathers endured. But I can be forever grateful for what we now enjoy, thanks to the sacrifice of them and millions of other Allied service personnel. Rest in peace, my grandfathers, and thank you for your service and your sacrifice. I wish I could thank you both in person. Lest we forget. Cheers, ABP   My first author talk post-pandemic. And what a joy it is to be back on the circuit. The Rotary Club of Kenthurst invited me to do a talk for their regular meeting, and it went down very well indeed. Lots of great discussion and a lot of Rotary members bought Harry books to take home.
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 On this day, Anzac Day, when we as Australians and New Zealanders commemorate our veterans, it is as always fitting to remember that their sacrifice, in blood and suffering, is what we owe our freedom to. The freedom that so many take for granted and do not appreciate, but the freedom that enables us to live our lives, enjoy our rights, and bathe in freedom of speech and ideas. The same freedom that many would take from us. My own tribute is to dedicate a blog, as I did last year and before, to both my grandfathers, who fought for the Australian Army in the World Wars, defending those freedoms. My paternal grandfather was Gordon Reginald Patterson and he went to the Western Front in 1917. He turned 18 six days before he enlisted. Private Patterson then joined the Australian Army Infantry in the trenches in northern France and Belgium for all the horrors that entailed. He came back to Australia in 1919. He died when my father was only 6 years old. His photo is below, and I can see my father in his face. My maternal grandfather was George Harwood Smith and he went to the second World War in 1941, as a 39 year old. He served with the Australian Army Motor Transport in Indonesia. When the Allied forces in Java surrendered to the Japanese in 1942, Private Smith went into the infamous Japanese POW camp at Changi in Singapore, where he remained a prisoner until the end of the war. Alas, I don't have any photos of Grandfather Smith in uniform. I can't begin to even imagine the horrors both my grandfathers endured. But I can be forever grateful for what we now enjoy, thanks to the sacrifice of them and millions of other Allied service personnel. Rest in peace, my grandfathers, and lest we forget. Cheers, ABP
I'm thrilled to be appearing today on Frank Zafiro's excellent podcast, Wrong Place, Write Crime. Tune in to listen to Frank and I chatting all things crime author as ex-cops. wrongplacewritecrime.com Cheers, ABP 
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