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 28, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
So Ernest Hemingway suggests I hang myself. This strikes me as being on par with the school of thought that gave us: If at first you don’t succeed, call an airstrike. Still… I think he sort of has a point. Not that I think suicide is the answer. But it would give you something to […]
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 23, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
I am trashed out of my skull. No, not with the alcohol. I am not drunk. Why do people keep asking me that? I am just… not on speaking terms with the sandman right now. I tried staying in bed thinking, Sleep now. Sleep is good. Sleep is my friend. We should all be friends […]
September 22, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
Me: My brain hates me today. It is a block of wood on top of my neck mocking me about my inability to form sentences. Wuffie: *head pets*. That’s no good on the block headiness! Or should that be headedness? Me: I don’t even know anymore. On the up side, if you don’t sleep at […]
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 20, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
There is an online comic called Exploding Dog. It’s pretty cool. In some ways it’s more a series of connected pieces of art than a true comic. Also, you should maybe know that while there is a dog in it from time to time I’ve never seen it explode. And it’s certainly not about 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 19, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
I spent the weekend not working. I know, we’re all shocked. But it meant I got to spend some time reading. (Yes, that’s what I do when I’m not working. Okay, I also take naps. And there may have been a thing with a bonfire and my ears freezing. But that’s not the point.) Since […]
September 28, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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