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- Kurdî
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Daz James Writes
This site is showcasing my current and future works, engaging with readers through blog and news updates.
You can follow me on Instagram and Threads @earthboy3777 or dazjames1970 on X.
Don't forget! A new Patty Love instalment once a week. Look out for the update on Fridays. If you have missed any previous instalments, just check out the page dedicated to Patty Love.
Hi, Hello and How Are You - 16/05/2025
Well, hello there! I tried to write a beautiful heart felt message about my mother, but this fucking site crashed, and I lost it. What an asshole! Technology has not solved the losing of precious words by millions of writers over the years since the obsolete typewriter. Only a house fire or act of God could destroy the typed pages of a Royal Custom IV.
So, as I gather my stamina to start again. I regret the loss of those first words as they can be the truest form of self-expression, you just type what comes into your mind providing a raw and rich prose. The trues form that hasn't been sanitized by afterthought and re-shaped by endlessly proofing. Sometimes, you end up with a passage so cleansed of virtue and sincerity that it could have been written by Chat GPT.
So, as I was saying, I spent Sunday with my mother, because her one gift requested was my time. A nice lunch. A catch up on life. She has no use of floral scents that would make eyes water or ambitiously produced cards that looked like an art piece. There were already too many knick knacks and oddities in residences that needed dusting. Time was the gift she wanted most. Conversations about the gardening ruining her bushes, deciding it is time to move to something smaller but keeps putting it off, and suspicions that someone had tried to break in numerous times like a Film Noire suspense drama. I don't see the evidence. Oh! And, 'No, Mum we don't know anyone in Nigeria. Do not send them money!' Or, 'No, that Facebook notification isn't just on my phone. You will be able to see it too.'
My mother has been a constant in my life, the constant that does not whither or break, yet sometimes can be unyielding, who I want to share my victories and grieve my disappointments. It makes leaving to return home, bittersweet, I have to put on my big boy pants, breathe deeply before waving goodbye because the present really is the gift. Touch wood! With many more to come, but life is uncertain, you can never guarantee. So, if you are lucky like me, after you read this update, give your mother a call.
Now, if you had read my original version, you would have been reaching for the tissues by now. I tried my best to recreate and that is all I can do. Don't forget to check out the update to the Patty Love story below.
Until next time,
Daz James.
Daz James
I grew up in a small country town in Australia where being different wasn't celebrated. I was made to feel like an alien on my own planet because I was feeling and thinking differently to my peers.
I looked for escapism through the world of books searching for where I belonged. They were my respite from the real world. Yet still didn't find people like me.
I started to write to express myself and hopefully wonder provide an imaginative world for someone else to escape. This became a struggle as LGBTIQA+ books were not in favor by publishers until recent years, so I suffered the pain of rejection letters until I had my first short story published in a short story anthology series.
This was the boost that I needed to keep writing, to never give up, and never give in. Now, here I am promoting my first novel called Earth Boy.


Earth Boy - Daz James
Alfie runs away from his father, who bullies him because he won't take off his new rainbow socks or his mother's nightie - it is all he has left of her. His desperation to escape leads him to a desolate train station and a Kate Bush wannabe called Daphne.
She drags him onto a train that shouldn't be there, transporting them to an unearthly destination, The Caravansary, a pit-stop to the wider universe. He is stranded in a strange world where inhabitants want to enslave, possess and even fatten him up.
His only saviour is a bewitching hottie called Charisma Junt who looks good in everything he wears.
Alfie soon becomes embroiled in a fiendish plot that could have dire consequences for humanity. How can an underachieving daydreamer, who spends far too much time in his own head, stop environmental terrorists and a psychotic real estate agent?
If this is your cup of tea, please follow these links to get a copy:
Olympia Publishers | Earth Boy by Daz James
Earth Boy by Daz James, Paperback | Barnes & Noble®
Earth Boy by Daz James | WHSmith
https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Earth-Boy/Daz-James/9781800748378
https://www.amazon.com.au/Earth-Boy-Daz-James/dp/180074837X
https://www.fishpond.com.au/Books/Earth-Boy-Daz-James/9781800748378
https://www.waterstones.com/book/earth-boy/daz-james/9781800748378


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