<— Previous ~~~~~ * * * * * At the Indian dance she sat to his left, a little behind him, but leaning forward into his row. Turning her nose from a tepid splash of scentless sweat—from the jewelled net of inverted bubbles cast by the performers—they started to talk business. They spoke over the […]
13/07/2011
<— Previous ~~~~~ Facing certain death, because his life had fallen apart. Comparatively speaking. Literally—figuratively? Whatever! It hadn’t been long ago that he’d found himself, watching a performance by gorgeous college dance students, and approached by the Collective to join up. The dancers on the stage had appeared uncomfortable. It was a contemporisation of classical […]
13/07/2011
<— Previous ~~~~~ Chapter One Graham was sure he was being followed. He turned around, I must be, looking back over the jagged twist of his vertebrae, tripping head long down the cobbled streets. Nothing was straight-edged in London—nothing but the edges of the straight razors he feared were just behind—there were no clear sightlines […]
12/07/2011
And so we begin the actual posts (though follow the link back to the first part of Nanograph One if you don’t want to be lost.) I’ll be splitting the posts by ‘Nanograph’ short sections, and full ‘Chapters.’ Each post will have a .# after it to show which part of the whole section or […]
12/07/2011
Icky Theory. Skip it if You Like Before jumping into posting (more) Bibliotek (or other fiction), I should start by explaining the idea behind my use of this site. For Bibliotek specifically—as the creative part of my PhD in e-publishing, and as a story of the future of publishing itself—an online presentation is a must. […]
11/07/2011
Thought I’d kick-start Bibliotek, so there are going to be a few more weekly posts to get it going, and (as I said, as it’s an emerging experiment) then we’ll figure out going into the future from there. And as per usual, more interest? More posts? More love material (engagement first, then love 😉 ).
11/07/2011
No one had been down the hole since Hazmats'd poured their concrete over the contaminate some twenty years ago. No one else would have dared.
11/07/2011
Think of this as something like an experiment.* Yeah, I think that’s a good beginning. My name is Paul McLaughlan, I’m a PhD candidate at Curtin University, studying e-publishing, and I am an Author (cue: ‘welcome Paul,’ Authors Anonymous style). My intention here at PlatformThing is to put my writing out here, out to you, […]
14/07/2011
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