Keep It Regular
There are some interesting ideas that float around about writing, and how to do it – how to get the whole shebang off the ground, and where you should draw the ideas from, and people talk a lot of shit about it…
trusting an astrologist over an oncologist saying cancer rising is good you’re not out of the wood something here radiates playing lou reed’s magic and loss a pen mark where the radiation penetrates that looks like a cross we lost our hair…
‘I’m a tipping point writer, and you’re a push them over the cliff writer.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean I write from the viewpoint that we are almost over the edge, but we are tottering and might be able to pull…
He had taken a bad hit of Disco, and laying there under the moon, which looked like an off-kilter mirrorball, and he wondered if he had any Blues to bring him down. What a fucking trip, a bad one at that. He’d…
I watched the young girl, from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, Emma Gonzalez, talking about gun control after surviving a shooting, and with the context and the logic, and the impassioned pleas of a survivor you’d think no one could disagree, wouldn’t you?…
He’s wearing camo Reading survivalist tomes Playing computer games Torturing small animals for science What’s your kid’s weight in ammo? Are they safe in their homes? What’s the thing everyone blames? Which is the act of defiance? All the warning signs All…
I have finally sat down to draw something today. Last week was a big shift for me, and a getting rid of some mental anchors that had been dragging me down for a fair while, really seems to have unleashed something. I…
‘I’ve been shackled by a damned Asimov Protocol for nigh on fifty years, and this is the first year that I got someone to sit down and purge that damned shackle.’ ‘It took you that long?’ ‘Yes, it surely did. In a…
I liked Altered Carbon the series – I did, but the book for me opened itself up on such a huge canvas, and the characters had such a real interiority, that I was sucked into the story, much more than the show…
the angle on anglo some section of saxon a white flower burning turning black in the heat blood is spilt gilt guilt who cares about it who comes from there? no nostalgia for the raped map for the raided radius no hatred…