Matt Phillips's Blog, page 4
February 23, 2012
Still here…
Yup, I missed one.
It was always going to happen, sooner or later. I missed an entire week, question, chapter and all. Other things took over, sorry readers.
But, I am back on deck, and Chapter 10 will be out this Monday. Still interested?
Take care,
Matt
February 13, 2012
Chapter 9
I was sick of busses. I rested my head against the window, the glass cold against my forehead. Closing my eyes I tried to doze the journey away.
Jack had delivered, the passport had been ready for me when I got back to Ben's place. There was no sign of Ben while I was there. Jack explained that he could often be gone for days at a time. I was glad of it, the man made me ill at ease.
The passport was safely tucked in the pocket of my trousers. It seemed strange, seeing my picture in the...
February 5, 2012
Chapter 8
"That was number twenty two?" I pointed at the charred mess of timbers. I couldn't believe it had been a house. The ground around was charred and burned, and there didn't seem to be enough left for a whole house to have been there.
"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Not much left eh? Well, ashes don't make up to a great deal I guess."
"Was Mr Marshall… was anyone home?"
The man shook his head.
"Nah, the police said that the place was empty. At least, they didn't find any bodies. There...
January 30, 2012
Hello goodreads!
I’ve just signed up and received my author profile. Thank you to the kind people at goodreads for doing that so quickly. And thank you to the people that already have my book in their queue!
If I can work out how, I am going to add the RSS from my writing project: plotmash. If you see these posts turn up here I managed it. If not, well never mind.
Cheers,
Matt
Chapter 7
"Once you're in mainland Europe you're good, but to get there you are going to need a passport."
I hesitated. I hoped that Jack could help with this, but I almost didn't want to ask. If he couldn't it was just another avenue that ran straight into a brick wall.
"I know. Is that something you could help with?"
Jack looked affronted.
"Hey, just because I can jump a car and know strange hermits who live out in the countryside, does that make you think I am the kind of guy that can get false...
January 27, 2012
40,000 words in: stuff I've learnt
OK folks, plotmash is now 40,000 words old (a little bit more in fact, but 40,000 is a nice round number).
As a recap, the plotmash project is all about trying to make writing a social experience. With few exceptions writing is regarded as a fairly solitary experience. Any of you that have tried your hand at it, or have read other people's advice on it, will have noticed tips on coping with the loneliness of locking yourself away with just your imagination for company (putting it down like...
January 26, 2012
A sailing SHEEP!?
Hello fellow mashers,
I hope you are all well. I just noticed in chapter 6 in the second paragraph that instead of a 'sailing ship' I had a 'sailing SHEEP'. Goodness, I wonder what you all thought I meant…. Made me smile though 
Matt
January 22, 2012
Chapter 6
The inside of the cottage had a damp, musty smell, as if it had been shut up for a long time. The front doorway opened into the main room of the cottage, a large fireplace at the far end of the room. A light haze of smoke hovered around the low ceiling, the grey curls swirling and eddying as Ben strode across the room and rammed the shotgun into a gun rack. A small window at the back of the room gave a view out across a small muddy yard. Beyond the yard the flat fields, overgrown with...
January 18, 2012
Week 6 poll
Hi mashers! I've just dropped in on facebook to check out this week's poll. A good response so far this week, and boy, you're setting me a challenge this time (which is excellent, as it's one of the things that plotmash is all about).
So, with the votes as it stands we'll be weaving the wikipedia protest over US anti-piracy laws into the story… somehow. Bring it on!
Till next time, stay mashed.
January 15, 2012
Chapter 5
I knew the warning was real – I had to get out of the Mnemosyne facility that night. The only escape route I could think of was out of the window and across the roof to the far side of the compound. The view from Dante's office hadn't included a security fence, so I had to hope that it would be possible to get out there. It was a poorly thought through plan and carried an enormous amount of risk, but it was better than sitting around waiting to die.
I lay on the bed in the dark, waiting. M...
