Cody, Cody, Cody…

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Welcome to the site. I'm a scribbler of horror and other dark fictions, and my novels and stories have been published in the UK and the US for the last fifteen years. I currently live in India, having been in Scotland for over a decade. For most of that time I've been writing one thing or another. Hopefully some of it has entertained you, or soon will. Let me know.

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"In a genre where some of the most respected voices can't seem to get past vampires and serial killers, Wright doles out startlingly original ideas like he's throwing stones. More importantly, he's knocking us upside the head with them and making us think in a very enjoyable way." - Louis Maistros, Chiaroscuro

Posted on 29 July 2009
Tags: Journal, Life, Running

I have discovered Codeine. Codeine makes my butt not hurt anymore. Codeine is my friend.

I’ve spent lots of the last two days very sore. Walking hurts. Sitting hurts. Lying at slightly the wrong angle hurts, as I discovered last night, taking an hour and a bloody half to get to sleep.

Right now, I can’t feel a thing from my left glute. I suspect that if I spent twenty minutes rubbing it hard against a cheese grater, I still wouldn’t feel anything, but that’s not the point. Right now, there is comfort.

And codeine. And ibuprofen. And vino.

I suspect that tonight, there will be sleep.