New Year With The Millers

Raise your glass or Kiss your ass…goodbye. The Orphan Killer: BoundXBlood is gonna be a Hell of Screaming Good Time.

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2015 is upon us Grueheads. Hasn’t it come round quick? It seems like forever since I made my expedition to Los Angeles to work on one of the most important slasher movies to emerge in the past few years; The Orphan Killer: Bound X Blood. Those who read my TOK Murder Crew journals will already be aware of how much the experience meant to me; it capped off a startling turnaround of fortunes for Keeper and I left a completely different person to the one that stepped off that plane without a dash of self-belief. Over the course of those seven weeks I was introduced to some truly wonderful souls and I formed friendships that I will take with me to the bitter end. It was hard graft and I loved every second of it. Funny really, I had never been a fan…

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Life of a Scribe

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Life of a Scribe


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There are a few key points to consider when setting out to realize your ambition to be a writer. It has been well over a year now since I unlocked my inner-prose and I can honestly say that I haven’t stopped learning throughout my tenure. Where some prefer formal education as their teacher, that style of learning never really appealed to me. Sure, the do’s and don’ts are all accounted for and you will undoubtedly come away with a greater understanding of how to construct a piece of literature but, chances are, you’ll also come away with umpteen bad habits to boot. Moreover, you will no doubt have followed a set curriculum which can easily become restrictive should you not see the signs.

I’m not foolhardy enough to suggest that scholarship isn’t a valid rite of passage but it isn’t…

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2015: Rise of the Grueheads

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Things are about to go live Grueheads. Last year was an important one for us, it was the first full calendar year since Rivers of Grue’s conception and the year where everyone truly came together. We began to grow from a small group of similar-minded souls to a formidable force to be recognized in the industry. Well over a quarter of a million hits on the site thus far show that it has really struck a chord and this confirmed that my five year plan is well and truly on course. One of the most important rules to achieve your targets is to set a long-term goal and work in reverse. Eighteen months into the game plan I can state with assurance that we are well ahead of my estimations and gaining a head of interminable steam. I have banished my own personal demons of…

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Thoughts on Endings and Beginnings

As 2014 comes to a close I wanted to take a moment to ruminate on the past 12 months and hope for the next 12. This year has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not happy in my life, as it is right now. I’m not really sure what happy looks like anymore; as it’s been missing from my life for longer than I care to think on. I know what the cause of my unhappiness is; I’m just scared to make the changes required to get rid of it. I need to work on cutting ties with the people and things that are dragging me down. I need to become more self-sufficient, less dependent on those around me. I’ve made a lot of amazing friends this year. And found a lot of role models. Which sounds weird for a woman in her 30’s to say; but it’s the truth. I still have a long way to go on my personal journey, but I feel like the coming year is going to bring with it a lot of changes; and I don’t yet know if they’ll be good or bad.


Sariah’s Lament

Sariah’s lament is a song for the weary. A blanket to warm you on cold winter nights. She sings to the dawn and the sun comes awake. She sings to the dusk and the stars blink and play.

Sariah’s lament is a claim for the landless. A safe place to hide when the world is too much. She sings to the wind and it calms in an instant. She sings to the mountains and valley’s alike.

Sariah’s lament is a hope for the lonely. A soul in the quiet to give you a name. She sings to the heartbroke and scars fade to nothing. She sings to the emptiness drives it away.

Sariah’s lament is a tear for the innocent. A mournful wailing for lives cut too short. She sings to the heavens awaiting an answer. She sings to a world gone awry in the dark.


Sariah Lives


Sariah walks and flowers bloom. No rhyme or reason to them.

Wildflowers Sariah

She picks one, vibrant purple, tucks it behind her ear. Her dress, pure cotton, swirls around her knees with each step.

Sariah SunDress

Sariah walks by the sea. Footprint visible but for a second. Water misting on the breeze ruffles her hair. Her laugh is pure as air.

Sariah in Surf

Sariah sings and the whole world listens. She weeps and the world is sad. Sariah loves and the world knows peace.

Sariah Peace

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