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NaNoWriMo

October 27, 2010 2 comments

So for those of you who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for..well… I’ll let them tell you, shall I?

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Although technically it’s an International thing.   I digress.   After my success with Eater of Hearts (more on this soon), I want to try and write something else and having a strictly enforced deadline and structure like NaNoWriMo might just be good for me. Expect updates!

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OTC/OTT

July 1, 2010 1 comment

A copy and pasting of some tweets I did the other night. When I was a kid, I would have a bath and when it came to washing my hair I would take a lid and pour tiny bits of EVERY shampoo, soap, conditioner, gel and hair product within reach. I even managed a little bit of dye once. The theory was, if this stuff was supposed to be good for your hair, then ALL OF IT TOGETHER would be EXCELLENT for your hair!
With this sort of mindset already in place, having an emotional trough night as well as being besieged by aches, pains, dodgy sinus troubles, sore throats, etc etc I decided that instead of popping a couple of tablets, I’d take a total of 7 – one for each specific ailment.
Now, these are simple everyday, over the counter medication. Admittedly, the pain killers were cocodamol and the sinus tablets were extra strength syndol stuff. I’m no junky and I’m no *complete* idiot. I figure as few as seven can’t hurt you that bad. Turns out if you mix them in a person who already has a chemically affected system, it makes for odd tweets.
Here are those tweets. Repeated in order and with no changes anywhere. I have bulletpointed them only to show their original tweetality. Read more…

Worm Turns

June 5, 2010 Leave a comment
started with the itching,
with the itching, with the itching.
started with the itching,
just underneath my skin.
then came the burning.
came the burning, came the burning.
then came the burning,
from the outside moving in.
I could feel something squirming.
something probing, something learning.
I could feel something squirming
so I tried to dig it out.
The knife picked at my flesh
sweet red meat, nice and fresh.
the knife picked out my flesh
in small chunks down to the bone.
the itching moved down deeper,
moved down deeper, little creeper
the itching moved down deeper
in the marrow made it’s home.
now it’s moving through my marrow
long and narrow, burning arrow.
it’s moving through the marrow
and I may just go insane.
it’s heading up my spine,
in such short time, little vine
it’s heading up my spine
it wants inside my brain.
I can feel it growing long,
growing up, growing strong.
I can feel it growing long
and my body starts to shake
I feel it sliding in;
so the pain begins
I cry silently, mouth open
drool and air trickle out
hands are numbfeet tickle stupidsensationreally why
do they tickle? when i cannot even movemytongueeeee
andthe words… stopp..
com,
ing.
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The Voices told me…

May 12, 2010 5 comments

My previous blog was a tale of a dream I had.  Still not sure why I blogged it, or what made me remember it. What follows is not exactly based on a dream, it comes from sleep though – does that make sense? Maybe… On Sunday morning, I woke up about 5:30am to a slightly dawning sky and I had this little flicker of an idea in my head. I scrabbled around looking for a writing implement and anything to write on. It’s stupid, because a lot of the time I do keep a pen and pad near at hand. Naturally, on this occasion, I didn’t What I DID have was my mobile phone. Now, I don’t have a fancy pants iPhone or anything like that. In fact, I can barely get dabr to work and it will only connect online when it feels particularly generous. So I went to the notes facility and started plugging away with my thumbs like a mad man. I managed to get down as much as I could and I have decided to put it here in it’s entirety (which explains why it cuts off abruptly) without editing it apart from correcting spelling mistakes made by either me or predictive text. Read more…

Dream a Little Dream.

May 8, 2010 Leave a comment

I had a dream several years ago. I can’t remember where I was exactly. I think that it was somewhere I had been before but it was nowhere I had been recently. It wasn’t a fantastical dream either – not the usual flight of fancy of trapping a serial killer, fighting space ghosts (in space, not coast to coast) or trying to convince Armando Ianucci to bring back Saturday Night Armistice and the 99p Challenge. Read more…

Categories: Head2Screen, StoryBored

Putting a name to the face.

May 6, 2010 1 comment

Meet Esme: she doesn't know it yet, but the old gods are watching her...

So I have a character. Her name is Esmerelda. It may be an odd choice, I admit, but she actually prefers being called Esme, which isn’t to say that the second part of her name will not be of some use to us further in the story. She is 17. I feel that is a good age. When I was 17, I had some close female friends and they seemed pretty clued in on what they were about and what they were doing, but they still had that slight lack of experience which gave way to making mistakes and still learning new things. I want her to be strong but not so far as to be a stereotypical Joss Whedon character. Read more…

I’ve started so I will…

April 25, 2010 4 comments

(OR… I’d make a terrible Green Lantern)

As you can see from my year long gap between first blog post and second, I am not great at keeping momentum with writing. I am a fantastic ideas man; I can come up with a whole bunch of plots and then see individual threads which come off them and develop into some kind of loose plot but when it comes to the actual execution, I fail. Read more…