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 14, 2011
by Paul McLaughlan
Into this gentle fray, a well known Mithril strode. And at his side, an unknown boy, cast of an un-Elven joy. So a gauntlet had began, where Mithril’s wit and mine were to be questioned most closely. He has his friends ~it is true. Though they were not begging for my introduction. ‘A new boy, […]
November 14, 2011
by Kandace Mavrick
You’re staring at this bizarre combination of syllables and thinking, What is that even? How is that supposed to convey anything? Why are those sounds or letters in that order? That’s not even language. Which, I suppose, is fair. After all language is only words or letters that convey meaning. In that moment they don’t […]
November 12, 2011
by Paul McLaughlan
7 A town we pass through, where my mind has wandered with my eyes, I point out a circle of charred stones. And Mithril, ‘Aye,’ ruins of the old-city guild, he says. Standing there in place where once their proud city- father’s hall had stood. In the very olden days, cities came together, it seemed […]
November 11, 2011
by Paul McLaughlan
The season of smoke is upon us— But then, aren’t they all of smoke? The baked pollen of Australian flowers Give us the quite different smell of bush. Our ‘Spring’ less torqued than, bright- Eyed iris tightened by freshened glare. My childhood winters played with A wood-stoked fire behind sooted glass. And what about the […]
November 11, 2011
by Kandace Mavrick
So I just finished watching this Tarantino movie, Inglourious Basterds. (Wow, it actually kinda hurts to deliberately spell that wrong. Although ‘wrong’ is really a misnomer in this instance as that’s the correct way to spell the movie’s name but… eh, you know what I mean.) I had forgotten that I tend to really like […]
November 17, 2011
by Kandace Mavrick
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