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January 21, 2015
New things and Youtube…
Well then, hello 2015! For propers. This year I won’t be offering any serial fiction on here as I’m concentrating on both writing and getting my shit together with a few business ideas I have. Usually I have serial fiction on this blog and the occasional thoughts piece or poem or review. I tried some new stuff last year that sort of went nowhere thanks to my laziness but this is all change time.��This year there will be a plethora of new things. New, hopefully fun things.��Oh yes indeed!
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January 16, 2015
To mark The Lonely Dark’s ebook release – Behind The Lonely Dark: Part 1
The image to the left, a picture of the human brain beside a simulated image of the universe, was my inspiration for the actual lonely dark of this novella. I���m taken by fractals. They fascinate me. The idea that we are somehow, on the cellular level, smaller images of the universe at large is an extraordinary and beautiful
example of fractals in nature. The patterns in everything, making all of this look rather more designed than science really likes. I am not...
January 3, 2015
I have a book out!
“Irenon and the Cerenauts aboard her will be the final hope of thousands of colonists deserted after the failure of the AI deep space programme. The burden falls on Ingmar and Yuri, orphans both, chosen for their ability to cope with isolation and innate mental strength. But how to anticipate what level of strength might be needed when only one creature, the AI Danai, knows what waits for them out there in the darkness? Danger that cannot be seen, quantified, or understood. That will find the...
December 31, 2014
Being Sisyphus…
Last year I made a revelatory discovery. For me it serves as an addendum to the notion that wherever we go, we take ourselves with us. The self is inescapable. You cannot leave the mistakes you have made behind you wholesale, like forgotten luggage, or become a different person in a new place…well, you can, but it’s all artifice. Masks. Illusion. It’s not real. And only the real is truly worth holding on to in life. Holding on to a fantasy is dangerous. A trap. A way to lose everything, inclu...
August 22, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 19
Monday the 13th – Year of Elders, 1967 – The Village of Almado
We’re all mirrors. All reflecting. All broken in some way, cracked from side to side, the fracture lines bringing with them our distortions. The way we can look at ourselves in what should be absolute clarity and yet somehow get ourselves all wrong. Misunderstand the world behind us, reflected backwards. The world in the mirror. We think we’ve interpreted the reverse impeccably, but we never account for the mirror being broken. Wha...
August 8, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 18
Monday 25th – Year of Elders, 1867 – In the Shadow of Almado.
Extract from the diary of Helena Birch:
Sleep evades me here. Like dusk hangs on to the last of the sun, so too does my mind hang on to consciousness in this place. Turns over and over each tiny thought until, like stones in snow, they become massive cumbersome things that roll across my mind, leaving devastation in their wake.
Without sleep, I cannot dream.
If I could dream, I would dream of feathers, of the wind carrying me beneath...
July 11, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 17
Tuesday the 7th – Year of Elders, 1967 – The Village of Almado
The mirror crack’d from side to side.
It’s all I can think of. I keep returning to the pond to watch the line, to will it away. I am scared of the line. More than the silent birds, more than my mother’s gradual fading, more than these secrets between us that I am afraid to broach. I want to take my mama to the line and show her.
She’ll understand then. She’ll tell me everything I need to know.
Or she’ll disappear.
I keep seeing Commeli...
June 27, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 16
Sunday 5th – Year of Elders, 1967 – The Village of Almado
I went to visit Commelina. She’s been absent for a while at my wire walks. A few days maybe. I’d have gone sooner, but I’m ashamed to say I failed to notice her absence immediately. It was Assumption, or perhaps Avarice, who told me.
They come, alone, to the wire. It’s strange to see one without the other. They look limbless somehow. Reduced. As if the mirror that gives them substance in the world by reflecting their other half into exis...
June 13, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 15
Year of Elders, 1865 – Somewhere beyond the state line
Extracts from the diary of Helena Birch:
I haven’t written for a long time. Not properly. Days passed like ticks in a box. Acknowledged but not explored. Treated how they’ve felt. Brief. Unimportant. Routine. We moved away from the shadow of Almado, where I thought I had found myself, but as that shadow diminished into days of distance behind us, then weeks, then months, I found that I had put myself down somewhere safe and forgotten where...
May 30, 2014
The Blue Jay’s Daughter: Commelina…Backwards, Part 14
Wednesday 25th – Year of Elders, 1967 – The Village of Almado
I stand in my room in the darkness. A pool of it. A valley of shadow between windows bursting with light. Slow, so slow, I rise up. Heels first, followed by the roll onto the ball of the foot, the pop to the toes. My arms rise as I rise. Into the light. One red, one blue. Warmth bathes me from finger-tip to shoulder. My skin shudders, pores emulating my feet, and with them my feathers ruffle. A perfect crest along the rise of each a...
