When I was younger and grew up reading mostly fantasy (Magician by Raymond E. Feist is one of my all-time favourites) I didn’t pay attention to a lot. I just loved the magic, the dragons, the story. Looking back, when reading Magician for a fifth time, I noticed that the first line is objectively dull. The…
This week has been both disgustingly shocking and happily reassuring. The media consistently spins out everything that goes wrong in Trump’s White House into a full-blown scandal. We’re going to have to put up with this for four years. This is what’s called “desensitization.” When will the media realise that this has been Trump’s grand…
I wrote a novella first, which was 20,000 words long. You can read the entire thing on my blog. It’s an idea that I want to expand one day. More importantly, it was the idea and the execution that lead me to believe that I was capable of writing something that was long and still…
I’m going to Budapest for a week, expect photography and some ramblings I get down in between shivering from cold and being dead drunk. If you leave any comments or feedback I’ll be sure to get back to you when I get back to jolly old England. That’s a lot of backs. Thanks! (There’s plenty…
“If you hear a voice within you saying, “You are not a painter,” then by all means paint, boy, and that voice will be silenced, but only by working.” – Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his Brother, Theo. Van Gogh knew a thing or two about painting. Turns out, his advice is pretty…
Dignitaries will arrive in Washington and Trump will ask, Are you staying in town? At my hotel? I know an excellent steakhouse nearby. It’s the greatest. It’s beautiful. Trump, throughout his life and career, has tried to embody and encompass all things American. Trump University, an ode to Rockefeller, to Duke, the steaks, an…
via the Daily Prompt – Overworked Robots will steal your job. It’s inevitable. You think you’re safe because you can string a few words together, make them sound pretty, unique. Creativity is safe from automation, you smirk. I’m a sales person, robots can’t take my job. People crave one to one human interaction, I’m safe…
Will this man ever look at my blog, and see himself there, asleep on a chair on the street? I doubt it, but you’re here, you’re here.
via the Daily Prompt – I pull on my shoes to forget. They’re white, with orange stripes down the side, and have thick soles and red-and-blue alternating laces. When I put them on I lose myself. I sprint down the street to warm up, and I count my breaths, measure my heartbeat, hold the bottle of…
Spines shout their yellow prayers from shelves that I tilt my head back to look at. A bright crack in the sky warms behind my ears and burns a hole in the carpet. I cling to the light beam, … Source: Little Bookshop First of a new series to highlight some of the work…
Seal Matches 