Author Archives: Carl Doherty

About Carl Doherty

Carl Doherty has written about movies, video games, comic books and literature for almost a decade, forging ill-informed critiques for numerous websites, blogs and publications that no one has ever heard of. His debut novel, the epic fantasy comedy Welcome to The Fold, is available now on Kindle here (UK) and here (US).

My Indie Picks on SF Signal’s Mind Meld

This week I contributed to Hugo Award winning sci-fi blog SF Signal’s brilliant Mind Meld feature, in which a question is posed to a group of like-minded writers.

This week the prompt was:

What non-mainstream Scifi/fantasy Graphic Novels do you recommend?

For some reason I found this extremely awkward to answer, but tried my darndest to mention a range of indie titles I’ve recently enjoyed that I believed others may not have heard of.

http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2016/03/mind-meld-sff-graphic-novels-you-might-not-know-about/

 

2016 “Spring” Update

Well, I’ve just had a bit of a shock: not only is it now 2016, but we’re nearly quarter of the way through the damn year. Also, it’s now technically spring and I’m writing this with my fingerless thermal gloves on. Oh sweet miseries of life.

Anyway, if you’re reading this then chances are you’re one of the brave few to have actually ventured as far as Bothersome Books. Emphasis on the few; despite having worked in web design and SEO for the best part of a decade I’ve not actually applied any of my marketing magic to my own projects, and sometimes feel as though I gave birth to Welcome to The Fold and then abandoned it screaming in a dank alleyway.

But hey, it’s 2016, for what that’s worth, and with the renovations on my new home finally out of the way (we actually have a working kitchen!) I can concentrate on bringing the world the following wonderful creations:

The two Welcome to The Fold volumes will be combined into one this March/April, shortly followed by a physical edition and a number of non-Kindle digital versions.

The Scribe, my first foray into comic books will be hitting the metaphorical shelves very shortly. It’s been an exhausting project, one that’s taken the best part of a decade to fully realise, but more on that soon.

My second novel, vegan(Vn), will hopefully be complete and published by the end of the year. After Fold took me 11 agonising years to complete, I’m amazed that I’ve managed to write it this without encountering any major hurdles. The book is practically writing itself. vegan(Vn) is a dark, horrible book that combines my three major obsessions: animal rights, David Bowie and Hitler, and I’m not sure I even like the damn thing myself, but that’s the joy of self-publishing. I get to put it out there and move on. The next child will be of a far sweeter nature.

I also plan to release two Fold sequels next year: a short story anthology set within that universe, and the first instalment to the follow-up, which will be released in several novella-sized instalments. I had intended to get to work on these straight after publishing Welcome to The Fold, but that book left me seriously drained, and I wanted to pursue other genres and mediums. A semi-autobiographical graphic novel and a “vegan psychological thriller” seemed the perfect antithesis.

Taking a break from The Last and the First series proved a good idea, as I’m beginning to miss Harvard Standt and Amadis Ambersand, and itching to return to my magnum opus of sorts. Art is funny like that – sometimes you’ve got to push something aside in order to realise how much it means to you.

I Love the Smell of Printer Toner in the Morning

This morning I printed Welcome to The Fold for the final time. All two and a half inches of it.

This will be the last time I read through a book that has taken me ten years to write, before it’s edited for the last time and published in two parts this August/September. It’s a good feeling, but also a sad one, but nothing justifies a decade of solitude and introspection quite like a big pile of warm laser-printed paper. Except seeing your work on the shelf of your local book store, probably, though that’s currently far off on the horizon.

Enjoy the gratuitous knee shot below, free of charge.

Welcome to The Fold final manuscript

Squeaker the Pigeon

I found this little bugger sitting in the road yesterday afternoon.

He was half frozen and near death, and there was nowhere I could put him where his mother could find him (I initially put him on the path, at which point a passer-by almost trod on him). So we took him home and got him drinking and eating, but I assumed that he’d die during the night.

But the little bugger proved stronger than that, and my kind-hearted girlfriend Emily not only looked after him at work all day but found a shelter in Leigh that took him (or her) in. She also, against my advice,  made the mistake of naming him Squeaker.

According to the woman who ran the rescue Squeaker was in reasonable shape, and not suffering from dehydration or malnutrition. He might just make it, though I guess we’ll never know.

For once, a story with a (possibly) happy ending. I don’t partake in many of those.

Initial Character Designs from The Scribe

I’m currently working on the character sheets for my webcomic The Scribe, which I aim to beginning publishing here on a page-per-week basis this July/August. The series, which follows pretentious failed writer Bartelby Butler as he struggles to come to terms with the past, present and possible future of a relationship that never was.

The series will take place over three separate timelines, each of which is essentially set in an alternate universe, and will be drawn in a completely different art style. How these narratives overlap, intertwine and contradict one another will provide a mystery which will run throughout the first 6 issues (of a planned 36 issue series).

Check out a few images below, of protagonist Bartleby and love interest Morgan. No, I’m not the worlds greatest artist, but to entirely honest I never intended to be; I consider myself a writer foremost and illustrate out of necessity.bartleby-charactersheet-yellow-blue

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It’s World Rat Day! About that Logo…

Today is World Rat Day. I’m not sure why it is, or who decided upon such a niche celebration, but I’m not going to argue with them regardless.

I’m pretty new to the fancy rat world. When I first got my four boys last year, it soon occurred to me that fancy rat owners were, to put it politely, a little nuts. They were a little more vocal than other pet owners, a little quicker to pass judgement, a little more zealous in their defence of their precious little ones than, say, a cat or dog owner might be.

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It was only as my four lads entered their terrible teens and developed unique and compatible personalities that I came to appreciate why rat owners were so frighteningly enthusiastic. Because they had to be. These beautiful creatures have all the personality and individuality of dogs, and they aren’t far off in the brains department either.

And yet humans have vilified them. The reaction that my beautiful boys get is usually repulsion. Or pity. Rarely do people, even pet owners, appreciate how close the connection between pet owner and rodent is. One friend even suggested I should kill them, before I contract a disease; believe me, after several months spent taming my alpha male Bobo, I’ve been bitten enough to know that either my rats are plague-free, or that I’m immune to it.

I guess it’s the hatred towards fancy rats that I don’t quite understand. The hatred towards an animal that, while I appreciate can be a pest and does need to be controlled, comes in as diverse a range of personalities and social archetypes as we hairless apes. Yet no other animal has earned our contempt quite like the rat. Were you so inclined, you can go on Youtube right now and watch rats being tortured and killed. Would dog owners stand if videos featuring dog harm were available?

Anyway, while I was developing this site’s logo, I was flummoxed as to exactly what I should use for the logo. Perhaps it was a subconscious association between the word Bothersome and rats, or perhaps it was that my four vermin-boys enjoy using my body as a climbing frame while I try my hardest to actually get some work done… Either way, at some point Bothersome Books’ rat-themed logo became a “thing” and is now here to stay.

It’s a risky direction to take. Self-published books are nigh-on impossible to sell to begin with, let alone when they’re embossed with the vilified rodent (horror books are the exceptions – though it’s probably best if we don’t go there). Yet I’m hoping that the decision it will resonate with other bookish types. Most of the rat lovers I’ve ever met seem to be avid readers; whether that is because of some weird affiliation with all things Poe, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because in the age of Youtube, Facebook and three second attention spans, bookworms are not unlike fancy rats; quiet, intelligent and misunderstood creatures.

Finally, like the true rat-obsessive I’m slowly becoming, allow me to bore you with photos of my spoilt, overweight layabout ratties:

(warning: may contain graphic close-ups of oversized rat testicles)

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