Announcing Sorrowline

Finally, after a busy, brief few months that have felt like an eternity I can finally shout about my brilliant two book deal with Andersen Press. Here is the press release:

Andersen Press Have Bought Rights In Two Children's Novels, Sorrowline And Timesmith, By Debut Writer Niel Bushnell

Andersen Press have bought rights in two children's novels, SORROWLINE and TIMESMITH, by debut writer Niel Bushnell. Both are about Jack Morrow, a boy who discovers that he can time travel through the 'sorrowlines' - lines that connect every grave to the day of that person's death.Editorial director Charlie Sheppard bought UK & Commonwealth rights (excluding Canada) from Juliet Mushens at Peters Fraser & Dunlop.
Charlie Sheppard said, 'I'm thrilled to be publishing these books. I haven't read anything so original in quite some time and Niel is a great addition to the growing Andersen Fiction list.'
Juliet Mushens said, 'The books are incredibly atmospheric and exciting - Niel Bushnell is a brilliant new writer and SORROWLINE is just the start of a great career.'
German language rights have already sold to Heyne in a two-book pre-empt.
Andersen Press plan to publish SORROWLINE in 2013.

And here is a little bit of blurb:

The past is not a frozen place. Graveyards are not dead ends. And if the Sorrowline lets you in there is a hidden world of adventure waiting behind every gravestone.  

Just when 12-year-old Jack Morrow’s life is falling apart he discovers his natural ability to travel through Sorrowlines: channels that connect every gravestone with the date of the person’s death.  Confused and alone Jack finds himself in 1940. He embarks on an adventure through London during the Blitz with Davy, his teenage grandfather, to find a mystical Rose that might just save his mother’s life, a mother who he has already seen die. But the terrible power of the Rose of Annwn, is sought by many, and the forces of a secret world are determined to find it first. With a league of Undead Knights of his trail, commanded by the immortal Rouland, can Jack decipher the dark secret hidden at the heart of his family? Can he change his own destiny and save his mother?  

Prophecy and history collide in this epic new children’s fantasy adventure series.

Its great to finally see this out there. Sorrowline is no longer something that exists just inside my shinny head. Soon it will be on someones bookshelf, (at least that's the hope. I have visions of an Alan Partridge style visit to the pulpers.)

I'll be back shortly with more updates - and a bit more on the process that got me from the slush pile to publication.

Life on the Farm

A long time ago I created a comic strip with Gordon Fraser about talking animals and the Farm that time forgot.

Gordon and I had met at school and soon became firm friends. During College we went everywhere together and when the real world beckoned we stepped into it together. We both harboured dreams of a life as comic artists and we collaborated on several projects. The one that has endured over the intervening years is a comic strip, originally called The Funny Farm, now known as Farmageddon.


Farmageddon ran for two years in our home town newspaper, appearing six times a week. When a new Editor came on board and didn't find the strip to his taste Farmageddon came to an abrupt end. But, over the years, we've never been able to completely stay away from the old Farm. I've dabbled in animated versions of the characters and now the original strips are getting a regular dusting down and a digital reprint courtesy of the Birmingham Mail's website.

It’s great to see the old strips again, after so long. I've redone the lettering and, with the help of Editor Paul Birch, corrected the spelling and grammar mistakes, (there were many).

Paul is overseeing the strips weekly return, and the hope is that once it has completed its run we'll collect the cleaned up strips into book form. But that’s something for another day - there are still a lot of strips waiting to be seen.

You can follow the weekly exploits of Tom, Rufus, Bernie, Dalton and Cool Bob on the Birmingham Mail's website here: http://blogs.birminghammail.net/speechballoon/

And Farmageddon has its own website and blog here: http://www.farmageddon.tv/

How the Multiplex is killing Cinema

I love the cinema. Don't we all?

I remember the excitement of going there as a child, sitting in the darkness, watching the swirling cigarette smoke create shafts of dancing light in the projector beam, the red dots of fire as a match was lit, the boiled sweets being thrown from the balcony, the torn and broken seats, the snogging couple, the usherette, the interval!

Oh yeah, and the film.

Going to the cinema was always an event. Something to look forward to. Something special. In some ways the film itself was irrelevant, it was more about the anticipation, the wonder at seeing something new. But of course I saw some amazing films there. Star Wars came to town when I was seven and expanded my tiny world like a celluloid fueled big bang.

I remember queuing to see Grease, buying a program for Moonraker, (still my favourite Bond film because of the heady nostalgia it provokes), and taking my friends to see Mission Galactica: The Cylon Attack on my birthday.

Then the 1980's came along and the last cinema in my home town closed its doors forever. I grew up with two cinemas to choose from, the Odeon or the Fairworld. I am reliably told that thirty years earlier the town sustained over a dozen cinemas. Hard to imagine.

When the cinema closed I missed out on a whole slew of 80's classics, only discovering them years later on VHS. Raiders of the Lost Arc, Back to the Future, ET, all missed.

So when, in the late 1990's a multiplex opened its shinny plastic doors right on my doorstep it was a day of giddy rejoicing.

But its not what we were promised, is it? We have less choice than ever, and I'm tired of recounting my too-numerous anecdotes about incorrect aspect ratios, missing sound, or spools in the wrong order. I've bored myself with how many times I've had to walk back to the popcorn drenched foyer and tell someone to fix their film!

So this summer I gave up and started driving miles away to go to a slightly less bad cinema chain. They at least project their film in the correct ratio, and the pictures have sound. My pre-film anxiety is beginning to wane.

But I worry for the future. If the cinema experience stops being that  - an experience - and becomes an endurance instead then cinema will die. We'll be stuck at home with our huge plasma screens and surround sound speakers wishing someone would light up a cigarette and throw boiled sweets on our heads.