Me: I hope you don’t get bored. It is academic after all. And the intro, I think, is pretty dull. But… there are humorous chapter titles. Claire: Stop with the justifications woman, I haven’t even started it yet! Me: I have residual anxiety when it comes to my thesis. A thesis is a funny thing. […]
November 29, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
Claire: Payback. That’s not a nice word. Me: Sure it is. I also enjoy ‘blackmail’ and ‘extortion’. Actually, quite apart from it’s meaning ‘extortion’ is a lovely word. Fun to say. I am unreasonably fond of whole groups of words for the sound of them alone, the taste of them on the tongue, the way […]
November 28, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
I am dead. Paul killed me. I know, you’re thinking, It happens. You’re fighting crime, you duck at the wrong moment… I should consider myself lucky. And it’s true. This was a relatively kind fate. Honestly. You don’t want to know what he’s done to other people we know when they’ve appeared on the page. […]
November 24, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
19 The next morning was warmer than I expected. ‘Did you learn the lessons of my songs?’ Asked Mithril. Smiling, I remembered what he had sung. ‘Sometimes I think there weren’t any… But at other times I stop, and consider, perhaps there was wisdom in the wit of it? The terrible responsibly of it all? […]
November 24, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
I am, for no particular reason, compiling a list of things to watch that are great while sober and awesome when drunk. Although ‘drunk’ here is a stand in for not only inebriated but also sleep deprived, concussed, drugged, or otherwise being not wholly in possession of one’s faculties. Basically any time you can’t tell […]
November 23, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
Readers are masochists, and that’s good, because most writers are sadists. — Chuck Wendig I’m not a complete sadist. — Peter Orullian Maybe I just like the control. We all like to play God. — Stephanie BKR The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture […]
November 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
18 Strictly speaking, by the end of this ritual, I was to be an Elf. And with it, all intents and the devices thereof. So, dressed as I was in supplicant’s robe —or otherwise as it’s known, my hair. I found I walked down an un-natural, aged path of rose bushes—wrong season for them— and […]
November 30, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
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