Funnily enough, this particular poem has also found itself (as prose) in Playing the Dragon King as discussed on Monday. ~~~~~ Guys dance; lights splash across floating glitter. We move by the dance floor as dust on a struck drum clash by the bar, crowd barely a man deep— and stand watching us. Now I know […]
October 4, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Yet another of my novels in a various state of drafting (1.5th in this case.) This one came from a simple decision to try and write a YA novel, and while I thought I’d gone off track a bit, I’ve been told it’s a great example of a problem novel. While my Mum won’t read […]
September 30, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
So the rumours of ‘free’ subscription ebooks and the Amazon tablet have only partially come true (so far) with the low-cost Kindle Fire (weigh the Fire’s US$200 v (template) BB Playbook’s US$499—basically, they’re giving it away!) The first rumour was of free ebook subscriptions coming bundled with Amazon Prime on the (then unannounced) Fire. Of […]
September 28, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
I didn’t think I’d write you another poem, not for this occasion, and not for many more. Maybe in another life, when we both must– but not now. Then you went and told me of the roller skates in your childhood: mud drains, sisters, and gave me a little, younger you. I have precious insight […]
September 27, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Of course you’ve already seen some of this work, now I thought it’d be a good idea to set the scene of the whole novel. The Miracle has been with me a long time, when as a sixteen year old I decided to invent an eighty year old superhero as my ‘signature’ character. There were three […]
September 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
I crack my toes in the morning —languidly— and I think of you, as if beside me. That’s how the phrase turns. The nitrogen burst, like that of an upward-open eye. Pop! Could we laugh at that? And I know. I wish. To laugh in bed with you. It’s only one morning were I wake —and […]
September 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
They were all browsing while they talked and Graham had edged away to the back of the store by himself. In his hands he had a browned, but clean-edged bound. He turned it in his hands, it was odd, but he felt no thrill in that. Bringing it to his nose… there was nothing, the […]
September 19, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
A bit different to last week’s entry, the Song of Dalsarion comes from two interests of mine: Dungeons & Dragons and writing verse. Dalsarion was one of those poor characters you roll up, make a back story for and get all excited about… which you never play. The idea for writing a verse novel started about […]
September 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Oh so much fun! … No really, I love this stuff! ~~~~~ While what I really wish to examine is the new balance of power between (hitherto) producers and consumers, firstly let us (again) visit the topic of piracy. There are a great number of studies on the topic, and I only want to briefly […]
September 15, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
“I didn’t mean to…” Started Robert. But didn’t seem to know how to finish. Emlen narrowed his eyes. “They’d send me to the Library, Robert, and you know what that means. For both of us.” Robert looked back at him desperately. As if with no way out. Emlen continued. “You wanted into this, and I […]
October 5, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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