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Death, Mayhem and Family Pets

August 24, 2011 by

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This whole naming-the-characters in Wizards is turning out entirely weird. It’s not normally this hard. Generally my characters just tell me what their names are. Or jump up and down and point when I look at a list of names. In this case… I don’t know, maybe they’ve forgotten their own names cause they’re drunk. […]

She Also Remembers Things I Wrote When I Was Seven (We Do Not Speak of It)

August 23, 2011 by

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So I’m feeling kind of okay about the structure at the moment, as opposed to ‘oh god, oh god, what did I do?’ so that’s good. I laid it out, wrote in the bits in the gaps, and finally have something that I feel like I can show someone without killing myself. And it’s about […]

Bibliotek: Chapter Three.Two

August 22, 2011 by

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<— Previous ~~~~~ Inside the club it was DnB. Drums at a hundred and eighty-five BPM / and the sub-bass at a slower, iambic ninety. Some of the dancers raved inhumanly at the slower pentameter, holding their water bottles high into the laser light. The agitated bubbles foaming their drinks like molten silver. Graham would […]

PEW PEW Dragons?

August 22, 2011 by

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So I faced down the rampaging plot monkeys and spent two whole days rearranging the scenes in the third book so that they bear even less resemblance to chronology but hopefully make more sense thematically. Or storyishly anyway. There should be a better word for that. Actually, there probably is and my brain just doesn’t […]

These Entrails Are For Arkem (or, What Would You Call a REMARKABLY Drunk Wizard?)

August 21, 2011 by

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So, I’m still wrestling with the names of the characters in Wizards, although now at least I have placeholder names that don’t cause massive cognitive dissonance. …hasn’t stopped me banging my head into the table when I try to talk about them to people though. It’s very hard to have a conversation about a character […]

Dreams of Writing

August 20, 2011 by

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For a long time, I never remembered any of my dreams. 'For a long time' is particular, as I do distinctly recall being a young child, recounting to my Grandmother how I dreamt of a piebald man, trying to bite chunks out of my flesh. Say, 7 or 8 years old.

Friday Fiction: The Miracle: Chapter One.One

August 19, 2011 by

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And here’s some more of the Miracle. While I gave you a piece from later in the novel last time (as a better stand alone scene), this is from the very beginning. The chapter is a little longer than the last, so I thought I’d serialise it, as per Bibliotek. If you have thoughts, comments, […]

I’m Attempting to Get Scurvy and You’re Helping

August 19, 2011 by

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So Rick has started to take retaliatory measures towards the fact that the sandman and I aren’t getting along. Tonight for instance he ran in, a good hour after he normally heads bedwards, yelled ‘Emergency Bedtime’, flipped the switch to plunge the world into darkness and lunged for the bedroom. And I was left in […]

Infecting People With Fiction

August 18, 2011 by

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Today I have the headache I didn’t have yesterday. My brain and I are bonding over the writing at the moment, but we’re not on the same page as far as sleep goes. But on the bright side the first thing I did this morning (after fetching juice and almost falling over in kitchen — […]

Throwing Up on Someone’s Shoes is a Great Way to Break the Ice

August 17, 2011 by

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My brain seems to have taken the crazy juice. So I keep waking up every five minutes. Cue Rick banging his head against the mattress moaning, ‘Want. Sleep’. Which is, you know, hilarious. But still, not so good. Plus, it’s not like I don’t sympathise Me: Being able to sleep on the third day only […]

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