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About hoodedmanart

Lives in Portsmouth, UK with his partner, four children and a cat called Sprout. After over forty years on this planet, he still doesn't have the faintest idea what he's supposed to be doing. While he continues to work this out you can find him on Twitter: @hoodedman_art Facebook: Hoodedman_art Amazon:

Space Explorers of the Imagination

Yesterday morning (Saturday 19 November) found me, in the company of my two youngest daughters, sat on the floor of Waterstone’s in Portsmouth.


Wedged into a corner of the children’s section, my back against a giraffe height chart, surrounded by excited and expectant children, we had the pleasure of experiencing Neal Layton reading and drawing from his latest book,’The Invincible Tony Spears’.


In just half an hour we met Tony Spears,


found a spaceship in the most unlikeliest of places,


blasted in to space with Tony


and met a Squggle! (Pronunciation guide in the book).


A gently spoken man, Neal quietly engaged his audience, young and old, with questions on their knowledge of space, making them giggle with his gentle humour and ensuring they all felt involved.

We came away with a signed copy of the book.

As an aside, the book is dedicated to Tim Peake and Major Tom.



Neal is a hard working writer and artist who has illustrated books for Cressida Cowell, John Hegley and Michael Rosen, amongst others.

You can find him at




Maybe tomorrow…

Recently I’ve been struggling to find any motivation to do anything even remotely creative.

My one advantage at times like this is that I continue to read and continue to look at others work. This means I’m still absorbing influences and, in turn, the ideas keep coming. But, when it comes to actually doing something about it?

Well, MEH!

Maybe tomorrow….

Or the next day, or the next….

And so it goes.

Part of me, sitting inside my head, looking out from behind my eyes, finds this infuriating.

“Just pick up a pen and get on with it!” “Write something!” “Draw something!” “Doodle for fucks sake!”

Maybe tomorrow….

I’ve been here before. Tiredness plays a part, but that can stem from depression anyway. Not having the time is another factor. But if I didn’t vegetate in front of QI repeats on Dave I’d have the time.

Maybe tomorrow….

I’ve read about how other people deal with this, whether they call it a creative block, writers block or a creative drought. What works for them won’t necessarily work for anyone else.

Eventually the voice in my head, the one pushing me to do something, drives me to pick up some implement of creation and make something. Usually this first push doesn’t last long, but it’s a stepping stone that enables me to move forward, and once I’ve taken that first step other stepping stones appear out of the fog that’s been surrounding me.  Now the problem is; which path to pick?

But it’s a choice I can make.

Definitely today.

Of Aliens and Munchkins

OK, self promotion first.

‘Attack! of the B-Movie Monsters: Alien Encounters’ is now available on Kindle.


It’s the second in an ongoing series from Grinning Skull Press of stories themed around 50’s B movies. It’s also the second to feature one of my stories. ‘Red Mist Over East Creek’ takes us back to the mid west town from my first B movie venture ‘Vermin’.

It follows our reluctant heroes and heroine facing an alien invasion. It’s full of tension, drama, iffy plot devices and dodgy 50’s film science. I think you’ll enjoy it.

This volume has produced some wonderful tales, all high quality madness!

UK Kindle:

USA Kindle:

It should be available in physical book form soon.



Now for some promotion of Steve Jackson Games and Munchkin.

I’m a fan of Munchkin and have been since the beginning. My original three sets are uncoloured.

The game has grown a lot since then. and this year sees Steve Jackson Games celebrating 15 years of Munchkin! With this they have produced their Guest Artist Editions, new, limited editions of the various versions available drawn by different artists.

Steve Jackson Games have given away some free copies on various social media platforms over the last couple of months. Each box signed by games designer Steve Jackson himself. I was lucky enough to win one of these. Munchkin Fu, drawn by John Kovalic.


Those who know Munchkin know John Kovalic is the regular artist for the game, with close to 5500 cards drawn. He wasn’t available for Munchkin Fu and so was given this guest artist set.

The art and production values are exceptional as ever.


It has been played….


and, of course, the nine year old won.


He beats me at most versions of the game, to be honest.

Except Munchkin Cthulhu. The Old God must like me………


Still alive….

Yep, still breathing and writing.

I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to get round to this blog again.

Recently sent back edits for a short story that will appear in a Grinning Skull Press anthology called ‘ATTACK! of the B Movie Monsters: Alien Encounters’. This is the second in a series and is ‘coming soon’.

Carrying on with ‘Legacy’. As I go further in it seems to be getting more complicated (for me at least) and I’ve also made changes to the ending which calls for a major overhaul and re-think.

And the title might be changing too…..

I’ve been reading a lot since Christmas:

The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two by Catherynne M. Valente

The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure by James Dashner

The Secret of Abdu el Yezdi, The Return of the Discontinued Man and The Rise of the Automated Aristicrats by Mark Hodder

Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J K Rowling

and I’m part way through ‘Plan for Chaos’ by John Wyndham.

I can recommend them all.


Stay safe and be nice to everyone.

Goodbyes are hard

The last couple of months have been full of goodbyes of one sort or another, some personal and some not.

On the not so personal side are the deaths of Christopher Lee, Ron Moody and Patrick Macnee. I never knew them, never met them but they played a large part in my life through their fantastic body of work.

Inspirations, each one. Sadly missed and fondly remembered.

On the personal side of things an uncle and aunt, my mother’s brother and sister, died within eight weeks of each other. A double blow to my mum, now the last of her family.

And a friend in a foreign land, lost far too early to cancer.

We had stayed connected through Facebook, swapping silly Star Wars posts and other geeky stuff.

And then he was gone, without a meaningful word for some time.

The last goodbye was to a wonderful family from the U.S. They stayed a year in the U.K. and on Friday they flew home, leaving happy memories and a space in so many people’s hearts.

There were hugs and tears and fun and laughter at our last meeting. We will stay in touch and with more than just stupid stuff on Facebook.

It’s taken all these goodbyes to remind me that everything we do is so fleeting and fragile and that we need to hold tight to those who mean something to us, to not take our loved ones for granted.

Hug them today, and everyday.


I don’t know where it went.

Do you?

If found, please return any unused time to me.

“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” Douglas Adams

A lot has happened since I last posted on here.

A large percentage of the great British public came out in a show of complete apathy by not voting at all in the general election. More people didn’t vote than voted Conservative!

Do these people really not give a shit?

Whatever happens over the next five years they have absolutely no right to complain. If they can’t be bothered to make their voices heard, why should anyone listen to them when they start to moan?

“Ticking away, the moments that make a dull day.” Pink Floyd

No dull days for me. Three kids birthdays since the new year. 8, 6 and 1, and a fourth next month, 4.

I’ve taken up archery with Southsea Archery Club.

If you’re in Portsmouth and want to give it a try their beginner course is just the thing.

“Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.” traditional

I’ve had three short stories accepted for two anthology volumes.

More on those as they appear.

“Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.” Terry Pratchett

And we lost Terry. There were tears when I heard that he’d gone.

Anyone who had ever shared a moment in his company must have felt a twinge in their heart that this great writer, this great human being had left early to avoid the rush.

I had the pleasure of spending a few hours alongside him at a signing one day.

He was mid ‘Small Gods’ tour and was having to rely on frozen peas to sooth his swollen wrist. That’s how much signing he’d done already.

I had been stuck on a till to grab the cash before anyone got their book signed. The idiot management had placed the till on the table he was signing on. Every time I did something, the table wobbled and shook. I apologised, and he responded loudly that it wasn’t my fault. That the money grabbing management were to blame. The next few hours were balancing act between him signing and me working the till.

I watched him work bloody hard that day. Hundreds and hundreds of people turned up to meet him and I watched him talk to every one of them.

Neil Gaiman recently said Terry was angry, that that’s what fuelled him. He was certainly grumpy that day! But polite all the time with his fans. He really did appreciate every single one of them.

He was a great man and he is sorely missed.

Mediocre Failures

The education system in this country is going downhill more rapidly than before. Unfortunately many parents believe they have no options when it comes to education and just go along with a system imposed by Oxbridge graduates who have inherited their position and wealth.
These morons have no sense of who they are supposed to represent. They say they care and try to produce statistics to show it, but children are not statistics, they are individual people with individual needs. And their needs are not being met.
It’s happening across the board in all public service departments, not just education. But by controlling and labelling children almost from birth as ‘failures’, as someone who ‘will not do well’, as someone who ‘doesn’t fit in’, as a ‘problem’, this government and it’s predecessors have ensured a generation of people who do not question the status quo because they feel they can’t change anything, that their voices really don’t matter, while those in power have ground out a favourable position for themselves and their friends on the backs of this county’s future.
The surge towards smaller parties recently is a good thing, but how many people at the end of the day will vote for them. How many will vote for one big party just so the others don’t get in.
This May vote with your hearts, vote for what you believe in, whatever it may be, and maybe we’ll start to see a change for the better in this county’s politics.
*takes a breath, and hits ‘Reblog post’*

Disappointed Idealist

My children are adopted. They were adopted at the ages of three, four and six. As with nearly all children adopted in this country over the last couple of decades, this means that their early life experiences were pretty terrible. As each was born, their collective experience of life became more damaging, as their circumstances worsened. So the eldest is least affected as her first years were perhaps less difficult experiences, while the youngest is most affected, as her entire first two years of life were appalling. I’m not going to go into detail here about their specific early life experiences, but if you want to read up on the sort of effects which can result from serious neglect or abuse, then you could read this .

Why am I writing this ? Especially now after midnight in the middle of the Easter holidays ? It’s because I’m so angry I…

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