For The Insane Authors Out There


I wish to officially announced here, on this page, the launch of a new enterprise. (I am not referring to Startrek… no funny remarks please, that’s my domain)

The naming of the group was stupidly allowed to fall to Author Giok Ping Ang, she chose this…..AA Authors Altered-State Of Madness.

I have given this group a great deal of thought and devised a secret code so we can communicate with each other without the sane, those not like us who are indeed mad, understanding.

The code is this… WTFAW.


Many years ago in a far off land, where the grass grew ten foot tall and the trees touched the sky, there lived a pygmy like tribe who never exceeded four-foot in height. Their number dwindled each time they left camp to hunt. Although they developed an athletic spring in their step, they were never able to jump high enough to spot any landmarks. Consequently they are now extinct.
Neighbouring tribes have told of their cries for help as the earth trembled beneath their jump.

“Where The F… Are We? Where The F… Are We…..Shame really but somewhat apt I thought…..Boom boom.

Please attach this code WTFAW to your comments…….It will then be our secret.
Oh, before I forget. Please send your credit card pin, and long number to me and will deduct subscriptions……YOU CAN TRUST ME…..


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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