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- العربية
- Azərbaycanca
- Български
- বাংলা
- Bosanski
- Беларуская
- Català
- Čeština
- Dansk
- Deutsch
- Ελληνικά
- English (AU)
- Español
- Eesti
- Euskara
- Français
- Galego
- ગુજરાતી
- עברית
- हिन्दी
- Hrvatski
- Bahasa Indonesia
- Íslenska
- Italiano
- 日本語
- Kartuli
- ಕನ್ನಡ
- 한국어
- Kurdî
- Lëtzebuergesch
- Lietuviškai
- Latviešu
- Bahasa Melayu
- Malti
- မြန်မာဘာသာ
- Nederlands
- Norsk
- Polski
- Português
- Română
- Русский
- Albanian
- Српски
- ภาษาไทย
- Tiếng Việt
- 汉语




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The capitalist experiment continues...well...not quite...the experiment has failed.
It would appear that writing books, creating imaginary towns, inventing questionable aliens, and unleashing Cosmo Farfetch upon an unsuspecting world is, at this stage, not quite enough to fund a glamorous life of luxury. Or, indeed, a moderately average life of paying bills.
As it turns out, we still live in a society where money is considered preferable to interpretive dance, good intentions, and published novels. Ridiculous, I know.
So, I've done the unthinkable. I've gone back to work.
The first week felt eerily similar to starting school again. New people. New routines. Trying to remember everyone's names while secretly hoping nobody notices I have absolutely no idea what's going on. Equal parts excitement, terror and the overwhelming urge to ask if it's too late to go home.
The downside? Updates here won't arrive quite as frequently as they have over the past year. The upside? None of these changes the mission.
Dabney Meadows still has secrets to uncover. Cosmo Farfetch still has more disasters to survive. Earth Boy still deserves to find new readers. New stories are still forming inside my head at the most inconvenient times imaginable. My worlds aren't closing—they're simply being written around lunch breaks, evenings, weekends and stolen moments when the real world isn't looking.
If you've enjoyed my stories and would like to help an ageing writer continue producing strange, funny and occasionally heartfelt adventures, there's a Buy Me a Coffee link down further. Just look for the blue coffee cup button.
I'm not a beauty influencer. I can't sell you skincare. I'm certainly not a shirtless fitness model trying to convince you that abs solve all of life's problems.
I'm just a bloke with an overactive imagination, trying to make the world a little stranger, a little funnier, and hopefully a little brighter—one story at a time.
Thanks for reading, thanks for sticking around, and thanks for believing in the worlds I keep creating. Now, if you'll excuse me... I think I've got homework.– 31 – 07 – 2026
Queer. Funny. Heartfelt. Unapologetically different.
You can follow me on Instagram and Threads @earthboy3777 or dazjames1970 on X.
Welcome to Dabney Meadows
In 2026, struggling journalist Sonny Weathers begins investigating the near-forgotten town of Dabney Meadows for a commemorative history book. But when mysterious boxes of old CWA newsletters, government faxes, motel advertisements, recipes, photographs, and police memos begin arriving at his door, Sonny uncovers a decades-old murder, strange crop circles, queer secrets, missing residents, and a government conspiracy buried beneath the town’s cheerful country facade.
Told entirely through archival material, newsletters, and correspondence, Welcome to Dabney Meadows is a darkly funny Australian gothic mystery where every document is a clue.
Set across two timelines — the strange final days of the town in 2000 and journalist Sonny Weathers’s investigation in 2026 — the series follows the unraveling of a rural Australian community haunted by murder, repression, UFO sightings, cult behaviour, and buried secrets.
What begins as a quirky collection of small-town ephemera slowly transforms into a sprawling conspiracy. Part camp satire, part queer soap opera, part cosmic mystery, Welcome to Dabney Meadows invites readers to piece together the truth one artifact at a time.
Told across 12 months, each new issue reveals fresh evidence, hidden connections, and another piece of the mystery buried within Dabney Meadows. If you want to get involved, see my store below to start your journey.
Find parts 1 - 5 of this digital story at my store...
Conspiracy at World's End - Daz James
The old world is gone. Burned, drowned, and choked into ruin. What rose from the ashes was no salvation—only a regime that outlawed freedom, love, and even food itself.
Marlin Vickers, a former journalist branded a deviant, refuses to bow to the lies. With nothing but his wits, scars, and a forbidden photograph of the man he once loved, he clings to survival in a world where truth is treason. When a chance encounter with the fierce and unpredictable Santanna Washington throws him into the path of Sam Parry—an Enforcer with dangerous loyalties and conflicted desires—their fates entwine against a brutal order that crushes all dissent.
A riotous blend of Mad Max grit and a Priscilla - Queen of the Desert road trip, this dystopian odyssey fuses high-octane survival with sharp wit, wild ideas, and a defiant heart. Peaches become more precious than gold, betrayal is always one step away, and love itself could be the most dangerous act of rebellion.
Gritty, irreverent, and unapologetically queer, Conspiracy at World’s End asks: when the world ends, will you just survive—or will you dare to live your truth?
Breaking News: Paperback and Kindle editions now available on Amazon. In all Amazon territories, just look for this cover.
Conspiracy at World's End : James, Daz: Amazon.com.au: Books


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