Keep It Regular
It’s kind of interesting to me sometimes that very rarely have I read much about the freedom that routine in writing brings. What you generally get is a notion that it is necessary, but usually because you have to produce a lot…
So, as an idea, Regular Movement is meant to push my work ethic and keep me rolling. So if I miss two days, but in that time I write a lot, then I don’t feel so bad about it. I have definitely…
The crinkly edges of complexity are a fractal glitch of longshore drift. The son is a sun is a glowing nuclear ball that tucks and rolls like a pebble through the in and out of a tide that is taking a shore…
sum days add up to an overflowing cup we are throwing away sense of humour to be serious and mundane treat every issue like a proliferating tumour let it equal one pain that overwhelms, that underwhelms who is at the helm? just…
Kind of following on from my previous story, which was a resurrection, comes Red Wolf, which was another story that I developed as a kid but never really had the maturity to bring it to fruition. It’s great to go back and…
They set light to the horizon with a tac-nuke – a slow burn destined to be the only source of light under a bruise black sky. Red Wolf One was in geosynchronous orbit forty eight hours later, and Alpha Dog was sat…
pavlov your non-thinking dogs stacked together like lincoln logs don’t ask for whom the bell tolls have no conception of their eternal souls like a log each of them rolls spinning on the spot in a log jam held barking after they…
I never throw anything away, and it my characters never just feel like something that I put on paper. What kind of writer would you be if there wasn’t some love between you and your characters. I love the villains as much…
The face plate was non reflective; a dark empty hole where a face should have been. And the voice that emerged from behind it sounded like it had been dug up, a dusty dead thing that reverberated with the noise of a…
these numbers in your head the alien sat upon it rocket math, the apps that track everything is dark and black all those half heard rumours fester in your head like tumours and you dribble out the cancer as you drive along…