Keep It Regular
Moving home disrupts stuff. It was a necessary thing though – I couldn’t have stayed in the old place any longer; the place itself was great, but the management sucked the proverbial. I haven’t written so much, and Nanowrimo kind of stalled…
I periodically read Transmetropolitan, and I periodically read The Invisibles. Why? Apart from their brilliance, and their capturing of a cultural zeitgeist, they both represent a viewpoint I am on board with, and something of an intellectual palate cleanse. They are both texts that more than…
Comedies – the best ones, are about being human, and the break down of appearances to reveal truths. Science fiction works in a similar way. The worst comedies think it is about the punchlines, and the worst science fiction thinks it’s about…
It’s interesting, that if you spend any amount of time telling people that you can’t do something because you don’t want to do something, you soon convince yourself of that idea as much as the other person is convinced. It is a…
I have been operating in the visual field for most of the week. A rare time when the images for book covers and website designs have been coming easier to me than words. You take it where you can get it. It…
I don’t feel despair much any more. In fact hardly ever. The whole apparent disintegration of the world and the frame that politics puts around that picture, is just so much sparring verbiage, that is generated by people who have no integrity.…
I am often coming up with ideas where I kind of half catch the mood – start it up – and then let it sit for a while until it grows to a place where it is ready for release. Other times…
One of the greatest things I ever did for myself in terms of my writing was to build a structure within which I could monitor and make explicit the links between the different stories that I am telling. Being able to see…
How much can you do, and how much are you doing? I often ask myself this, and I am often asked this by those I work with, and those I work for. I get asked by those who I am surrounded by.…
I don’t like the idea that what I write is the product of what I read, or what I watch, or the childhood I had, because that makes all these works I produce little more than the end product of a causal…
