I’ve had a lot of websites, too, which also felt fake. And I could never write email newsletters because … what on earth would I say?

I don’t use Facebook or Instagram, or the app formerly known as Twitter. I’ve tried them, and the remains of my efforts are still there, I think, but those apps never gelled with me. There was never a good use to make of them, for an introvert like me. It all felt very strange and artificial.

As I voice what I’ve written, I’m confronted by the urge to rewrite. There’s always another way to say what’s been said, so no piece of writing is ever quite finished. Trying not to rewrite as I record is just one challenge among many.

My kind of writing isn’t really meant for picture books. It goes on too long. It follows ideas into the undergrowth and loses sight of the main path. It arrives, eventually, but it’s all about the journey.

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I can only record audio on Sundays. The time in between fills up with self-doubt and criticism.

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Work continues on episodes of the podcast. When I started this I didn’t appreciate how many obstacles I’d be facing. Surely, I thought, I can record myself reading the stories.

I’m not an actor, though. I’m not a performer, and I’m not an audio engineer.

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It’s science on the fly as Sascha crafts a critically cataclysmic collision of cosmic consequence, and suddenly it’s the girls they’re all afraid of. Sascha Martin’s Zombie Dust.

Work continues on episodes of the podcast. When I started this I didn’t appreciate how many obstacles I’d be facing. Surely, I thought, I can record myself reading the stories.

I’m not an actor, though. I’m not a performer, and I’m not an audio engineer.

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It’s science on the fly as Sascha crafts a critically cataclysmic collision of cosmic consequence, and suddenly it’s the girls they’re all afraid of. Sascha Martin’s Zombie Dust.

Where can you run, on a mountain made of balls? How do you hide from a drooling girl? It’s all slippery slopes and midnight cravings as Sascha battles a pair of apocalypses only he could have created.

Where can you run, on a mountain made of balls? How do you hide from a drooling girl? It’s all slippery slopes and midnight cravings as Sascha battles a pair of apocalypses only he could have created.

A Wee Bit of Integrity is my book of limericks based on the Irish TV show that I loved, called Derry Girls.

I wanted to use some of the show’s imagery on the book’s cover, and wrote to Channel 4 in the UK (many times) to seek their permission. They’re the copyright holders, but I also wrote to Hat Trick, the production company, and even tried to contact Lisa McGee, who wrote the series.

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A Wee Bit of Integrity is my book of limericks based on the Irish TV show that I loved, called Derry Girls.

I wanted to use some of the show’s imagery on the book’s cover, and wrote to Channel 4 in the UK (many times) to seek their permission. They’re the copyright holders, but I also wrote to Hat Trick, the production company, and even tried to contact Lisa McGee, who wrote the series.

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Six of my books are available in paperback, as print-on-demand through Lightning Source and Ingram. The easiest way to buy them is to enquire at your favourite bookseller, and quote the ISBN (International Standard Book Number).

To make it easier, I've listed them below.

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Sascha Martin’s Ripping News: the Podcast, by John Arthur Nichol

Teaser Episode 3: Sascha Martin’s Gobbly Goo, Part Three

Our third and final Teaser concludes the tale of Sascha Martin’s Gobbly Goo, an incident too rude to be told. At the end of Teaser 2, the galloping goo had overrun the last great bastion of order and authority. Now, listen on, as Sascha’s nightmare gobbles its way to an end that isn’t, though it’s pretty conclusive.

Worst day ever!

But is it? Really?