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 22, 2011
by Kandace Mavrick
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 24, 2011
by Paul McLaughlan
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