I’m stuck. I know what happens next but the scene I’m writing feels… flat. Two dimensional. And it doesn’t lead in to the next thing. It just… stops. I feel like I’m dragging the words out by main force. Which is not my favourite way to write. The last few days it’s all been one […]
November 21, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
There is a cupcake in the kitchen with my name on it. Not literally. It does not have ‘Kandace’ written on it. Although I suppose I could fix that. A cupcake store opened about 500 metres from my house on the weekend. I probably would have forgotten about it’s grand opening but a friend emailed […]
November 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
14 ‘He has been practicing with un-tamed fervour, this ballad of un-known lover! I say, such romance. Let us listen…’ Mithril himself falling quiet. The Chattering Hall–at night silent, open to the stars; though on a hot summer or spring day like that, roofed with gentle feathers and the talk of birds. —This was to […]
November 18, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
Do you lie in bed planning your day and rehearse your parents’ eulogies just in case you’re called upon to make them at short notice? Do you think about what your future self would have to say to validate their identity when they travel through time to give you advice? Have you thought about how […]
November 17, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
So in passing days, I lent to study musical, where Mithril looked on and said only of my perusal of romance and ballad that my heart that beat, must quicken at a glance. Yet he found my malice, and shut himself quiet at a look. But we still had our relations, and while they were […]
November 17, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
The more astute amongst you may have noticed that so far I’ve told you about a short story I wrote, and a TV series I wrote, but not so much about the pentalogy of books I’m writing. They were born in my doctorate. See, the way a creative arts doctorate works at Curtin is that […]
November 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
11 ‘Oh! Dalsarion, are you so sure? We know of one another’s voice, true, but to love? How can you proclaim it?’ ‘I maybe young,’ I said, ‘even by my manly terms, but I know when my heart speaks by me. And now it tells me, you!’ ‘You find me fair and easy of face, […]
November 16, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
So I had this absurd little short story that stood in direct opposition to my character instincts, but nonetheless made me giggle. Which was fine. I’m pro things-that-make-me-giggle. But I didn’t have any intention of doing anything with it — other than snicker about it a bit and show it to Kitty (who laughed — […]
November 15, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
So I’ve had a few people ask me: Where did this book come from? And my brain automatically leaps to the most inappropriate answer: Well, when a writer and a laptop love each other very much… *cough* Anyway… the actual answer is rather long. Mostly because this story has multiple incarnations and each regeneration is […]
November 14, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
9 Soon, he told me, I must be given to the Court. —A tradition, and only as worthy as that, he told me. For, at most auspicious times it was mannered, for one to put forth their lives in service to a crown. He laughed, no, it was not only they who had ever believed […]
November 22, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
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