I moved over the weekend and have numerous creative projects and challenges on the go. I’m living next to the ocean now and all I can think about is imagery and stories with water involved. Nonetheless, here’s another excerpt from my tales from the Inn of Stormy Nights. Walk in The Footsteps The wind blew …
The Great Writing Debate: Inspired or Chair?
The Great Debate: (or one of them anyway) The people who always say “butt in chair” in order to get your stories written are not wrong. The people who always say “inspiration makes your work shine” in order to write quality stories are not wrong. Both have good points that I feel we often lose …
Sidewalks and Roads and How We Walk
Follow the Road and Who Knows Where is Goes My favourite quotes in life usually involve streets, crossroads, some sort of long straight or winding road. My favourite songs often involve roads literally or figuratively to, The Highwayman by Loreena McKennit (also a poem), Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas, Carry on by .fun, …
Being Creative: Building a Community of Imagination
Being Creative Every marketing expert and guru of the internet gabs on and on (just talk, talk and more talk) about branding yourself. Sticking yourself to one particular image, one particular style. A bit like if an actor purposely typecast themselves (which I think most, understandably hate and try to avoid like the plague). I …
Poem: Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk
Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk Sunlight whispers in eaves, hugged by leaves. Wrapped in green. Skylarks whistle to their Juliets. Who walk with eyes turned high, upon the blue sky. In this place, stars echo and stay in cotton shapes on blue paint. They swirl down the wave of tree top hands. Sunlight …
A History of Knowledge: Drabble
People retreated into distant corners and set up literal walls as the Romans had done many millennia prior. Caravans trekked the lands carrying loads of goods and people as they hurried to safety. Wary of each other of other things. Technology had brought much which was fantastic and forbidden to the forefront. Shadows of nameless …
Starlight Through Glass Jars
Listen in silence within creases of dust,
dance on fingers of light
dreams through open windows.
Sing in songs between the hours
tocked by two brass hands
and a numbered face.
Watch in shadows under the sky
thrown across quilted blankets
starlight through glass jars.
Keys Within the Kingdom to Create the World From: A Drabble
Whosoever held the kingdom’s key, stood at the crest of the cliff, where sea meets sky. The world dropped into a palm and sat in the skin of temptation, ready ever and always, to fly up to Polaris in the shape of a wren. Cut from the same string as the pen which scratched the lettered prison and pressed the wax seal over the kingdom’s key.