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Chaos.
Chaos everywhere.
Blocks of Verdana text explode everywhere. I run for cover, but nothing can save from the keys. They hunt you by the silence when you hold your fingers really still. They come for you and they force you to type, type, type, until your joints burn and the pain cream sizzles on your skin, just a useless salve. Read More Week 7: The Harry Plug-In
As I need to take charge over what I produce in the coming year, I have decided to track myself in action. It’s true; I set up a surveillance post in front of my house, where I sat in my mother’s green Citroen and waited for me to make a move. Copious amounts of coffee, three and a half seasons of Buffy and a trip to the doctor later, I’ve discovered a crucial lead about my activity for the past month: January has decided to spearhead the future of cloning. Read More January Accomplishments
I thought of what I might post today, but nothing compares to the pure creativity that is this short film. It’s three minutes long and combines several techniques to achieve this striking narrative. Edson Ova deserves his first place, because this is beyond magnificent and just validates the truth that a storyteller can tell a story with just about anything. Read More The Writer – Short Film by Edson Oda
As part of the recovery process, I shouldn’t really exert myself with unnecessary typing. This lil’ peace of heaven pretty much fills up this category. I have made a promise to provide a content as a means to facilitate my personal and professional growth, yet I’m positive my writing right here will amount to less than expected. Read More Decisions, decisions, decisions
It’s been eerily quiet, which is never good once you make a grand promise at being a little chatty brat and talk, talk, talk, but life as usual has been excellent at surprising me in the most intriguing ways. I have been silent (here and on projects) for two predominant reasons, okay, maybe three.
Read More Last Monday of January: A Month of Non-Accomplishment
I have been a bit absent as I have been dealing with a rather nasty case of the aching fingers, but I have some self-promotion to do. Today sees the official publication date of the anthology “Arcane II” edited by Nathan Shumate, which features my short story “Hurricane Drunk”. This is my first anthology publication and it took a rather winding road to get where it is. I’m happy. For more of the anthology, here is a the table of contents: Read More Arcane II (with my story “Hurricane Drunk”) Goes Live!
Are they working against feminism through their self-representation as sex toys or are they actually strong women who are completely in tune with their sexuality and thus in charge of their sex drive? Read More Sound of Sunday: Carnal Savagery from the Ukraine
Welcome to Scribbled Saturdays (I have a thing for alliteration, don’t judge me), where I will be sharing the fantastic art I discover through my wild and intense browsing sessions (you haven’t heard a computer mouse as tortured as mine, when I stumble on a good tumblr blog). While I’ll stick to illustrations and single works, I intend to feature comics, be they traditionally published or otherwise as comics compromise a good deal of my reading. Read More Review: “Tails” by Ethan Young
So Harry was kind enough to ask me contribute something about writing and professionalism. I’m going to assume you know the three basics:
• The necessity of tweed jackets
• The essential nature of coffee shops
• The need to publicly hang those who hate on Scrivener
(I make fun, but I do in fact on a corduroy jacket that I wear to make myself feel more authorial. But don’t tell anyone because I’ll sound like an idiot).
Humor is underplayed in speculative fiction. Most titles I read tend to revolve around grim, dark and drab events, characters are thinned to a tether of resilience and motivation to push through an unforgiving chain of events and the language feeds on grit. So I found it highly surprising that an author could make multiple apocalypses fun. Yes, fun. Read More Humor is the Silent Killer – Review of Jonathan Wood’s Fiction