And it’s a wrap! Not just for the week, but also Master Liam’s first birthday, which was as exhausting as

Born at 14:14, Master Liam took his first breath, weighing in at an uncanny 7 pounds and 7 ounces. I

A few weeks ago, I emailed you to ask where sci-fi ranked in your world. Many of you wrote in

It's been two months since returning to the book retailers, and it's probably one of the only anniversaries I feel

That's how long it has been since Lady Laura and I saw Usher perform here in Lowly London. And as

Sometimes, gladly. And no, this isn’t some cringy attempt at being “edgy,” nor am I trying to cement my status

New and old-time revellers of the Legion will know (unless you’ve been captured by dementia) that the main reason I

Let’s not dilly-dally with pleasantries. Instead, let us jump straight into this week’s #AskWatson. Starting with this one from a

I’m a wildlife man through and through. Some of my earliest memories are of me snatching the TV remote from

A good book always sticks in the mind. For a while, at least. But even the most epic of stories

I say baseless because I haven't read Fourth Wing and have no desire to – especially after happening upon a

The other day, Lady Laura, Master Liam, and I were running late to a family gathering. Being a militant for

Occasionally, I’m reminded just how dizzying the indie author gig can be. Case in point: Last night, after clearing some

I’m in the mood to address a few elephants in the room. Namely, five, but first, let’s tackle the main

This is going to be a good one. *crack my knuckles in preparation* Over the past couple of months, I’ve

"One sec," I said to Master Liam as he wrestled to get out of Laura’s grip. I leaned past our

A couple of days ago, I noticed my MacBook Pro was acting a little… strange. While formatting Tiny Epics Vol.

For the past few days, I’ve been touting a little side project I’ve been secretly working on. Its name? TINY

Long-time readers will know I’m something of an oddball in the author world. If the Legion doesn’t speak to that,

O. Westin. I’ll admit, this author would probably hate my guts. 😅 He is very much wedded to one side