Saturday saw me write this definitive text...and I got to say I am trepeditiously pleased. A little over a year in the abstract making and I have a trilogy on my hands! Final word count was 300,074, with page # at 619 enough to see each book comfortably with 200+ pages - of course that's... Continue Reading →
Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →
No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →
Inside the Gotham City Bank: The Bank is dark, empty and eerie but a single voice echoes giddy and disembodied throughout the marble halls: “Question: what’s Bat and right and red all over? The answer may just surprise you!” Seemingly from nowhere Batman lands in the center of the grand structure, silhouetted by the skylight... Continue Reading →
Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing... Continue Reading →
Time for introspection! I mean what writer, or creative for that matter, doesn't have at least a little bit of perfectionist in them? We are trying to transcend the line between imagination and reality by translating whole worlds, realms and characters etched upon our minds and auras, our very sinew emanating the inspiration of their... Continue Reading →
The night is dark and thick with rain that pours down as unrelenting as the iron framework that keeps this facility cut off from the civilized world. Arkham Asylum. This particular extension is even more secluded, furrowed away from the main building and holding cell for the criminally insane or at least those lawyered up... Continue Reading →
The first draft is just you telling yourself the story. Ha! I love this Terry Pratchett quote. Not only is it a freeing thought but it's actually quite true in its astute observation if only we would just listen and apply! Writer's tend to have overly active imaginations when you add that to the... Continue Reading →
Now here's a good one that goes with the whole "convention panics" rants and raving tangents I've been going off on lately (See here and here). Because it can often get a bit overwhelming when one is hit with the idea that they are doing something, giving so much of themselves and there time but... Continue Reading →
I don't know about anyone else, but my road to creative success, even just personally, has been one riddled with the doubts, compromises and all out stop gaps of what I've come to label -not affectionately mind you - the "convention panics". I've never been one to fold or fall easily to the whims of... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 