So it’s lunchtime on a Saturday. We’re 4 months into the CV-19 self isolation. And the landline rings.
I pick it up. At the other end Jack Bateman says something. I say something like, “Yeah, I still have the archive on a hard drive. Somewhere….” From that point on Mr Adrenaline proceeded to slowly beat Captain Common Sense to a bloody pulp with a Louisville slugger.
We’re much older, a lot more wiser, yet still full of piss and vinegar. And if you’re reading this, oh best beloveds, that is how Murderous Ink Press was reborn.
We're at
www.murderousinkpress.co.uk - and personally I've been writing and printing in various forms and genres since 1974 - I'm John 'Chuck' Connor, and if you have any short Crime fiction (1,000 - 10,000) we'd love to see it, provided it is submission ready.