Re-shape

Sorry been quiet for a while on here for a while. Currently debating the shape of extended presence, inspired by (of all people) Lana Del Ray (seriously. There’s more there than pouty lips and music to drink G&T to by your LA pool).

Of note:

Tom of Faerie and Fulcrum are now both available for free on Smashwords.

 

Newness on the way.

PS. despite his penchant to over do it on the explosions, Transformers:Age of Extinction was rather a lot of fun. Mark Walberg = apparently more than just a large package and a pretty face 😉

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Which side of the mirror?

Me again (yes, I know, two in one day! Promise this will be it for bit).

I don’t like doing self-indulgent on here. Tried once or twice when I first started blogging and you just come across as poser-ish (at least that’s how it read to me). Wrote the following to a friend on deviantART just now, however, and felt I wanted to share it further.

To give you some context, we’ve been chatting about a recent journal on depthRADIUS concerning an artist who recently died. You can find the article in question here and the artist in question’s profile here. Vicky’s question (‘what did the article say to you?’) made me think, and after writing the below I found I wanted to share it further.

What, after all, is the point of having a blog if not for expressing your thoughts and feelings? (Yes I know I’m contradicting myself!)

Anyway, here’s what I wrote. Ta for listening.

‘Hey…

Sorry for the tardiness of my reply.

Spotted your response this morning, actually came up with a nice eloquent reply this afternoon on my way to Asda.
Obviously, that has now disappeared.

Let me try and piece something together in its place. I reckon that for me, reading the article and looking at her art – ooh! inspiration (sorry). Idea has returned, here goes:

Reading the article and looking at her art, I was reminded of the Buffy episode set in the mental asylum? Where you’re left wondering whether it is all, in fact a delusion, and she’s imagining it all. At the end of the episode, if memory serves, she chooses to go back into the delusion (which you’re questioningly left to believe is in fact reality?). What this woman went through made me think of that: that she chose to place herself within her own fantasy environment. An act some may disagree with, but a decision that was valid for her. And the resultant art is so beautiful and haunting, I think, because of that decision, that sacrifice (? – not sure if that’s the right word).
She (I get the impression) was very aware of the fact that her choice, and her road, were not ‘normal’, but it was right for her. This is the thing that spoke to me, as indeed the works of Neil Gaiman and Tori Amos (amongst others) speak to me. Because they are produced by people who have taken a different road.

Hope that makes sense? Nice to let my inner Goth out for a change.

Putting my Troy wig away now.

Chat soon, Paul.’

Waiting on Dream

As the image to my left says, we’re nearly there: His Staying Hand awaits but the approval of KDP and it’ll go live. And work is almost finished (more feverish writing will occur later this afternoon) on Journey to the Dragon’s Graveyard, the between books short that will accompany the Hand in its physical edition (kindle users will be able to download it separately). Quite pleased, if I do say so myself, with Journey’s cover art. Hopefully you peeps will like it too.

In other news, I (like many of you out there I’m sure) sit in eager anticipation of the long awaited second instalment of Neil Gaiman and JH Williams III which, unless anybody knows something I don’t, is finally due out on Wednesday. Had kind of got to the point late last month, when it was put back again, where I was beyond caring. But now it’s suddenly almost here again and I’m extremely excited.

Friday (as my next day off) will be a Morpheus day.

The observant amongst you will have noticed I’ve updated my blog roll. depthRADIUS in particular I would highly recommend to anyone interested in art, in any medium. It’s one of the few ongoing journals on the internet that I actually make the time to read. I know during the tenure debate over the admin rights of the .art domain extension (is this still going on? Confess I don’t know) there was a lot of criticism levelled at deviantART* but I have always found the place to be friendly, welcoming and above all else inspiring. Of course it comes across as a bunch of geeks and dreamers. That’s why I’m proud to be a member.

depthRADIUS is put together by techgnostic (who I’m coming to gather is a much respected figure within the community) and guest writers, and deals with such diverse topics as the representations of women in the recent series of American Horror Story entitled Coven, and art as therapy in commemoration of a member of the community who recently past away. Please, do, give it a look.

(*A personal favourite was the journalist who was trying to argue that the site’s claim was flawed given it was just ‘a collection of manga and anime gifs’. Some people need their licences revoking)

Must leave you now, time for cereal fix and then I’m on a mission for tracing paper. Watch this space for an update on book 2, anticipate cooking should be finished by tomorrow night, latest. TTFN.

Metaphoric

‘My stag is white

But my swan is black.

My Castle is an abandoned train station that sees but the occasional service

pass through.

My skies are full of dragons, and

Old Gods walk the shadows

At my side.’

*

Came to me late one night towards the close of 2013.

Happy New Year people.

It never rains but it pours

Just a quick one, as I’m currently sat in the local library, surfing their wifi, thanks to the uselessness that is my home broadband.

I’ve not been on for aaaaages, and wanted to apologise. Unfortunately, around the start of June, redundancy reared its ugly head, and everything came crashing to a halt whilst I feverishly began job hunting. Thankfully, my current employer were able to offer me something, and I remain gainfully employed, but then my broadband fell apart, and so to whit I’ve been somewhat absent form the virtual realm.

Hopefully normal service will resume shortly.

In the meantime, I have been continuing work on book two of the Star Plague, which is shaping up nicely, and also looking through some of my older fiction efforts, with a view to publishing them online sometime in the autumn. Watch this space.

Thanks again for being patient, speak to y’all again soon.

x

Waiting in antici- pation!

Just a quickie.

Finished work this evening and not back until Monday now. This will be my first ‘holiday’ since Christmas. (The parenthesis are because this isn’t technically a holiday. I’ve worked six days on the trot so I can tie three day’s off together. Still, a break’s a break.) Very much looking forward to a bit of time off, which yes, will include some much deserved time with my mac. Not sure if it’s because I’ve been at work, but had some brilliant ideas for book two, as well as a couple of the short story concepts currently bubbling away in my head.

My librarian’s been a busy girl. Kudos to the girl in black.

Quite aside from the above, however, the primary highlight of the coming weekend for me will be my very own Rocky Horror (sorry JC, no offence meant). Promise to post some pics if there are any I deem suitable for public consumption.

Happy ‘dawning of spring’ to y’all x

Musical cue

I was at work on Saturday, doing my thing, when the following thought train came through my station:

‘Music provides an auditory cue, in instances where a group of strangers find themselves sharing space, as to how you should feel. It allows such a group to be comfortable together in such a communal space, without the need to look to each other for emotional cues.’

I feel like I should elucidate a little.

While I was at University I did some work on looking at the role music plays in our lives. It, unlike any other art form, speaks directly to your emotions. There is a long and complicated bit here that I ought to go in to regards musical language, and what that language has come to mean to use, within western society, that affects the way we interpret the sounds we hear. I’m not going to do that, largely as I don’t currently have access to the relevant resources to back up said information (my dissertation lurks on a floppy disk as we speak, along with – I hope – the later part of my second attempt at novel writing, from way back in the noughties).

For those of you experiencing skepticism, I direct you to the reaction (most) people have to film music. It being the most obvious, and culturally pandemic instance of what I’m talking about.

I was thinking in terms of shop music here, obviously, given I work in one. But music in any such ‘public’ situation would function the same. Think of that old cliche, elevator music. What’s it there for, if not to stop everyone in that confined space from feeling uncomfortable? It gives you all something to focus on that isn’t the proximity of so many strangers, even if that focus could be roughly summed up as ‘what is this awful racket?!?’ (A sentiment I hear repeated often where I work – it’s a surprisingly effective ice breaker).

To sum up, the point I’m making here is that the suggestion of how you ‘should feel’ mentioned above is not a personal one. That would be brain washing, and unless I’m missing a trick we’ve not come that far yet. This is not Doll House, or The Happiness Patrol. No, the cue is more of an atmospheric one, intended to suggest an overall mood for the room, discreet from your own state of mind, and (more importantly) buffering it from everybody else’s.

Think of it like an emotional entourage. They keep the riff-raff off, and give you space to do as you please. But you can still engage if you choose to, with a nod to your head of security.

Handy stuff.