Favourite quote: ‘Right, here's the plan. First, we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop a couple of Surmontil-50's each, means we'll miss out on Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning’
- Withnail and I
Nick Yates spent 10 years as a newspaper journalist, scouring the land for stories of human suffering, success, hardship and heroism. He now spends his time advising
corporations how to communicate with normal human beings and developing his passion for creative writing, particularly horror. He has travelled and worked across the world, living in the UK,
Australia, Sweden and Belize. He is currently based in Northamptonshire with his girlfriend Emily and their cat Tiger.
Not all of my friends are readers. I mean; they can read but they don’t read, at least not beyond a little social media or football reports in The Metro.
And that is no judgment, a number of them are among the most intelligent people I know, they just don’t do books. Whether it’s due to time, inclination, or some other reason, they don’t really know the feeling of immersion that great stories create in their readers.
They’ve never experienced that urgent need to read on and find out what happens next.
Following his awesome press release, Nick managed to be the first of our authors to get into a newspaper (pic below)!
Here's his release...
Local author selected for bestselling horror anthology
Stamford author Nick Yates has hit the Halloween horror heights after his short story won an international competition to be part of a best-selling anthology.
The anthology, called Twisted, is the brainchild of Oscar-nominated filmmaker Chris Jones, who has published it via his media platform Create50.
Picture a wet Friday afternoon in late November.
Almost a year ago I was sitting at my desk on just such a day in need of creative inspiration. The proverbial waste paper basket was overflowing with balled up paper and a bruised forehead was all I had to show for it.
I had a bad case of writer’s block.
Then, as if my thoughts were being read somewhere, it popped into my life in the form of an email from a Chris Jones.