Keep It Regular
Out on the edge of something that only really has a notional edge – a fuzzy signal where matter becomes a theory about physics; becomes a physical phenomenon to be experienced; an undelineated territory. Sometimes the geography of a place maps the…
There are swings and roundabouts, or ups and downs. You have to learn to navigate them. Some people get dunked under and dried out regularly, and they never learn to read the compass, or read the map, or learn the stars, so…
I suppose you might say that I am clearing the decks of old stuff in terms of publishing, so that when I am finished with what I am currently writing I will have a real production line in place. Although with how…
When you reach the top of the mountain you still can’t fly, right? Whatever steps you have taken there are more to take. Each pinnacle is a platform for translation to a higher state. When you start to think that there is…
There is something very rewarding in putting together someone else’s book, or in helping someone else to debug their writing. It is often a great way to handle any bugs you may be experiencing yourself – find someone with an issue, and…
I know nothing about cross-training – I really don’t. But I was sitting here and I was thinking about how all the people who are creative and training in one discipline should be able to take the skills that they learn in…
Sometimes the weight of the thing that you want to communicate makes it really hard to find the words, or even the energy to put it into words. It’s a struggle you have to win as a writer though, because there is…
The sky isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a while now. Mum remembers when it used to be better – when we didn’t have to run inside and shelter in the Lead Room. She says it ended when they dropped a…
The horse died suddenly. It had not looked good and they all knew they weren’t going to get any meat out of it. They were crossing the desert that had been Alabama before the airburst seared the land, and this was just…
we cannot develop or where would the story be? i was a green olive i am a black olive they taste a little different but the hammer has no tongue love is confused with fuck it’s a drama swingdoor and STDs are…