The cabin, the clock and the click. An off-grid drama.

Wales. Pembrokeshire. A cabin in the woods. Early October 2025.

The clock ticked. 22:41 BST. Which, thanks to the cruel arithmetic of time zones, meant I had just under twenty minutes to hit “authorise” before what I’d spent the last twelve months trying to bring into the light slipped back into darkness.
Who’d have thought it would come down to this?

No router. No broadband. Just me and my iPhone, clinging to a signal like a gumshoe to a half-baked lead. I’d set up a personal hotspot—one of those modern miracles that works until it doesn’t.

I tilted the bottle of 10-year-old single malt and poured a generous measure into my favourite heavy-bottomed glass—the one I kept tucked away with my other ‘special’ tools of the trade.

The webpage froze. I stared at the screen as if it owed me money. Was it the phone? The laptop? The distant server? Or had the whole internet decided it didn’t owe me any favours and found something better to do?

Then the phone rang. Unknown number. Of course it was. I let it ring out. I didn’t have time for mystery callers—not unless they were offering bandwidth.

Outside, the wind had picked up, and the bramble scratched urgently on the other side of the remote log cabin’s wall.
I sighed and rebooted my tech, because that’s what we do—whether you’re a schoolteacher or work for a shady government agency.

Behind the cabin, the geese stirred. The farmer told me they were better than guard dogs. More vigilant. More vocal. Right now, they sounded like they were auditioning for a duet with Andrea Bocelli.

I stepped into the night air, hoping the altitude of the veranda might coax a few more bars of signal out of the ether.
The geese honked as a cool gust sent ripples across the water trough, blurring the reflection of the moon. Somewhere in the trees, a squirrel dropped a pinecone with the kind of timing that makes you believe in fate.

I stepped backwards, not taking my eyes off the darkness until I could pull the doors closed on whatever lurked outside.

I tried the page again, my heart thudding in my ears.

It blinked, but offered as much as a novel with a missing last page.

I swirled the whisky and hit F5, watching the page refresh through the bottom of my tumbler.

The page loaded. 23:58 GMT or 22:58 BST. It was now or never.

I clicked on the only key that interested me. The last move in a long-running chess game.

An egg-timer flashed onto the screen. Tilted right ninety degrees, hesitated and flashed off. That was that.

I had released Annika Dash: The Dark Side of the Moon.

Author’s note: Well, this is how I remember it 🙂

Where No Girl Has Gone Before.

While on holiday in the beautiful Welsh hills last week, I found myself thinking back to when I first imagined the Seven Systems. It began as a playground for soft sci-fi. Distant worlds, speculative wonder, and the thrill of invention. I didn’t know then that Annika Dash would come along. But I’m so glad she did.

Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space introduced us to the little girl who was not afraid to do what she believed was right—even if that meant putting herself in danger. The story planted a seed of an idea in me: why not take her curiosity and determination on a journey that any little girl or boy could take?

Annika Dash: The Dark Side of the Moon does just that, nudging our young heroine into navigating territory often reserved for boys: engineering, problem-solving, and the occasional heroic leap of faith. In this story, she’s older, and when she’s not navigating alien tech, diplomatic tangles or a kitchen filled with her great-uncle’s inventions, she’s easing herself—and her middle-grade readers—into the world of STEM.

STEM—science, technology, engineering, and maths—it’s part of the story’s heartbeat. I believe girls should see themselves as equal participants in these fields. Curious minds deserve space to explore, invent, and lead—regardless of gender. If Annika’s journey sparks even a flicker of that ambition, then I’ll count that as a win.

The second book in the series arrives in a few days, and I can’t wait to hear what readers think. I’m excited—and a little nervous—to share it with you.

Book Three? Still under wraps. But let’s just say… Annika won’t be staying grounded for long.

If you’ve followed my work on the Seven Systems, thank you. If you do pick up Book Two, I’d love to know what you think here. Annika’s journey is one we’re all part of now—and I hope it continues to surprise you.

She’s older, she’s bolder… She’s back!

And breathe…
The last time I updated my blog, I was feeling rather pleased with myself. Annika Dash 2 was well on the way to being delivered.

That was October 2024, and I’d just wrapped up Draft 2.

Since then, I’ve delivered Draft 3 (which I thought was ready for publication)

That was May 2025. But trying to align my time with that of my lovely illustrator proved… well, impossible.

With things caught in limbo, I fell into a trap many writers know all too well: rereading what I’d written. GASP. And so began the spiral.

I now have Draft 20*… Don’t ask. I said, don’t ask. Oh, alright—I did a line-by-line review of the manuscript. How long could that take? Again, don’t ask.

A few weeks ago, I revisited everything I’d learned about self-publishing on KDP. That led me to my calendar. Imagine my surprise when I saw the date… September 2025. SEPTEMBER 2025!

I know. Breathe.

What can I say other than this: Annika Dash 2—or more precisely, Annika Dash: The Dark Side of the Moon—is ready. And I think you’ll find it was worth the wait (even if I say so myself).

Available on Amazon from 4th October 2025.
(Pre-release copies available direct from me, 26th September.)
(*I have been known to exaggerate when it’s for a good cause or dramatically imperative.)

Well, that went well…

Ludwig 2024

Next month

I will concentrate on Draft 2 of Annika Dash and The Dark Side of The Moon from now until the end of November. After that, I will let you know how I did. In the meantime, I will keep posting on my FaceBook page.

Unveiling the Unicorn from Space .

Well, what can I say? I’d told my brother and his lovely wife, our sister-in-law, Emma, how I’d been unable to write my normal Space Fantasy until I’d finished this story for my niece. And, after several long months, it was ready.

I wanted my niece to be surprised by it, and enjoy reading it. This led to long periods of anxiety, wondering how she’d receive, not only the first book I have published, but my first attempt at writing a children’s chapter book. I needn’t have worried because the reaction from Freya was priceless.

Her eyes lit up when she realised it was a unicorn story and that I’d written it for her. I loved the moment when Emma pointed out that Freya’s name was in the acknowledgements. This prompted my niece to read the front matter, and my day couldn’t have got much better. Even the table of contents sounded so good being read by my niece. Forget the Amazon sales and all the lovely reviews. This was… well, I have no words to describe it. No, I have too many words to choose from so I’ll just say it was brilliant.

After this, we had a kick-around with Alfie’s new football – an official Euro 24 football. Alfie is Freya’s older brother, and is football crazy, just like his dad and uncle.

I amazed the little ones with my Messi-like ball control despite my young niece and nephew bombarding me with questions about the book, Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space. Questions like, who was the baddie? What was the unicorn called?

I was proud of how little I gave away, though I suspect gasping for air while trying to keep up with Alfie and Freya played a part in this. Puffing and panting, I gave up only a few details – teasers, really – cleverly designed to encourage them to read the book. Freya promised to do this straight away and sat down to examine the map of the City Space Museum, inside the book’s front cover.

Nonchalantly, Alfie performed keepy-uppies while looking me straight in the eye.

“Will there be another book?” he asked. “A sequel?”

The park fell silent.

I stared back at Alfie. Alfie glanced at Freya. Freya narrowed her eyes at me.

Someone gulped. I think it may have been me…

Someone who believes in you

And… we’re back! Morocco was beautiful. The weather was warm, and the people were friendly. Lying in the sun on the beach, or sitting in the local marina, listening to Billie Eilish’s new album, “Hit me hard and soft“, while sipping mint tea. It was just what the doctor ordered for the good Mrs Jones and me.

We visited a tourist hotspot further down Morocco’s west coast, Agadir. With its long red sandy beach and well-kept promenade overlooked by the old fort and surrounded by the Lesser Atlas Mountains, it was just the right mix of old and new for us.

Annika Dash accompanied me, but only within a notebook into which I scribbled the occasional idea for her second adventure. I didn’t just restrict my thinking to my latest heroine, however. I also considered other projects (First Contact, Escape from Hades), but I’ll write about those separately.

Between walks along the promenade, lunch by the marina, the beach and visits to the Souk, I wanted to lose myself and relax while taking in another story. To that end, I had a book with me, “Run Silent, Run Deep” on which one of my favourite films is based. It starred two Holywood giants, Burt Lancaster and Clarke Gable. I didn’t get time to read it. Instead, I continued listening to a story I’d started on Audible before leaving the UK. This audiobook is so good, that it merits a review of its own and not a short footnote here. I will get to read Run Silent, but not just yet.

Anyhow, I’m not a travel writer so will not do Agadir the disservice of trying to write about it any more than I have. Besides, I’m now back in front of my desk, trying to pick up where I’d left off, and, as you’d expect, I have nothing (zip, zilch, nada).

Then those thoughts writers fear began creeping in: What if I couldn’t complete Annika Dash 2? What if I couldn’t complete Escape from Hades? What if I couldn’t think of anything at all to write about?

Going back onto Facebook — something I avoided while in Morocco — I thought I’d try to cheer myself up by watching cat videos, or my friend, Chris, doing his metal detecting. Instead, I stopped scrolling when I saw a Stephen King quote, referenced by another writer.

“Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

I thought of the people who supported me in my writing. What they say. What they do.

Time for a coffee before I try again.

Never let the truth…

I posted this Facebook pole (which may or may not have anything to do with my follow-up to Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space) in a group of old school friends. I asked if they remembered which school House they were in. The choices were: Burghley, Sargent, Newton and Tennyson. Being a little cheeky, I added Gryffindor and Slytherin.

It didn’t surprise me that someone would mess about and choose Gryffindor. What did surprise me was looking up who wanted to swap their Muggle life for a pointy hat and broom and discovering Gryffindor received no votes! Is it spooky or Magic (See what I did there?) that it shows 1%?

My programming background tells me it’s more likely to be a Facebook glitch, bug, or coding anomaly; something to make the percentages add up. Whereas the writer in me wants to believe it is some power-crazed alien AI bent on taking over the world, starting with our old school’s Facebook page.

Which do you want to believe? Coding or Magic?

What do I believe? Well, I retreat to that old maxim at times like this:

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story“.

Top ten success… Order my yacht!

I’ve been suffering from a nasty chest infection since just before I released “Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space”. This has restricted the amount of dancing around the kitchen with my t-shirt over my head that I can do. Still, it couldn’t dampen my spirits as I watched my first book dip in and out of the top 10 of Amazon’s “Best Sellers in Children’s Science Fiction Comics & Graphic Novels”, achieving #6 on the 1st of April 2024.

[Top Ten 1st of April 2024]

I didn’t expect that feeling to be surpassed, but this has been… twice. First, when I received pictures of a young reader, from the other side of the world in Australia, opening my book. Second, last night I discovered my book received its first review on Amazon. No idea who left this, but I couldn’t sleep last night — I was so excited.

[Independent review 6th of April 2024]

The one sad thing is that, with being poorly, I haven’t been able to present copies to my niece and her big brother. I certainly didn’t want to give them my germs! Hopefully, this is something I will do over the next few weeks. In the meantime… mums the word. It’s still a surprise I want to share.

So, what’s next?

I didn’t do a book trailer for TUFS. But I’m working on one now. It’s really to determine what is possible and what I can do myself. I could release it retrospectively, or save it for Annika Dash’s second adventure. Whatever I do, working on this trailer is an interesting project. I composed the soundtrack, wrote the script and compiled the art and images. I have also had the script performed by a professional voiceover artist. I’d say I have a draft or concept finished, but I’m still considering what to do with it.

What else? Oh yes! I’ve started working on a follow-up story, which I’ll refer to as Annika Dash 2, or AD2, and have a concept for a third story.

The bare bones for AD2 I’ve shared with my posse (Sorry Tim/Tracy, this is way cooler than calling you my trusted beta readers… Note to self – Graydon to change the title of Beta reader messenger group to GJ’s Posse). These are just ideas at the moment, such as, what Annika will do when [insert baddy’s name here] will try to [insert something really awful here], because [insert baddy’s motivation here], and therefore [insert the consequences here]. As you can see, pretty detailed thinking going on 😉

Incidentally, I’m not ordering a yacht, but I have to go to the shops for eggs, milk, and butter. And melon

Dressing gown and slippers

No, this isn’t an opening scene from one of my favourite writers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Though I’ve always had a hankering for a Sherlock Holmes-style smoking jacket, calabash pipe and deerstalker. What do you think? Okay…maybe not – I don’t smoke, nor do I stalk deer (unless it’s with a camera).

Back to today. I really am sitting here in my dressing gown and slippers, despite feeling totally unwell. [sniff, cough] I’m sitting here because there’s only…

Five, Cinq, Fünf, Cinque, Cinco…

…yes just 5 DAYS TO GO until Annika Dash and the Unicorn from Space will be available.

The last few weeks of frantic work learning about self-publishing, using the KDP software, and tweaking the cover and manuscript until it all fit together perfectly, was worth it.

My next worry, believe it or not, is my signature. If medical qualifications were based on how illegible your signature was, I’d be a Consultant Surgeon. Before you consider me pretentious, friends and family have asked me to sign their copies. Flattered by this, I agreed without hesitation.

Gosh, I’ve just thought of something else – what else would I write – besides my signature??? I guess I’ll cross that bridge next. Meanwhile, back to my signature.

I have a pad close by and later, armed with my favourite pen and a toasted Hot-Cross-Bun, I’ll practice. It mustn’t be too plain, nor too flamboyant. Maybe I could get Amanda to do it for me – her handwriting is amazing – no, I couldn’t. Why has my handwriting become so bad? It was rubbish when I left school and worsened at college. Then, working in IT for nearly 30 years, I swapped my biro for a keyboard, so used a pen less and less. I guess James Bond has this very same problem: he’s not able to use his biro unless he wants to shoot someone or blow something up. Yep, 007 must have rubbish handwriting too.

Anyway, having established 007 is much like me, if you have any ideas about how to fix my handwriting in 5 days or less or just want to get in touch, please use my contact form.