Clearing The Decks
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…
Tag: writing
Building Forever
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…
Debugging Writers
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…
A Philosophy
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…
The Weight Of The Thing
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
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…
Promises
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…
loves lives olives
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…
TV IV POV
TV channel collapse. The whitenoise babies are crying in the bowling alley gutters, while the drug-blanked kids suck down Hot Cats drenched in mustard. Outside the sentient sky-whale blimps are locking their signals onto journalists so that they can kill undercover reporters.…
No Fixed Pattern
He smiled. What was so fascinating about serial killers? Had it shifted through the years, or was it still the sensationalism? Was it still the lust for an insight into the mind of Saucy Jack? Was it the baser instinct they often…