Throwback Post Pick is a weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! So come, TBT with me! This week's "piece" of good news is Silver Spoon Consumed. A piece who's style - at least to me... Continue Reading →
A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! Perception is an interesting thing. It is unique to the beholder who's eyes will convey one meaning well your own would work to convey another. It is something... Continue Reading →
A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! The beautifully atmospheric art of Jessica Durrant was the inspiration for this weeks throwback piece pick (for more of her art just click here!) And much like the... Continue Reading →
A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! This week's post pick is Loud Silence. Quite a personal piece, I wrote in in a rather struggling time in my life, one that I'm not quite sure... Continue Reading →
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 →
A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works - no matter the naivete they reflect - and revel in the making of progress! Today's piece is a poem, a piece inspired by the art of Daniel Taylor! There is nothing that I love more than to expose myself to various styles,... Continue Reading →
As a writer there is nothing better then typing the words The End onto whatever story you have been etching onto the page from the very inner depths of your brink, sinew and soul. Sure there can be a bittersweet edge laced into the Fin of what the words represent, for no longer will... 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 →
The seeming eyes of a gargoyle look out on the dark city streets as a figure skulks in the shadows perched in pocket of a building’s windowsill overlooking the moonlit City skyline. It may seem as shimmering and clear as crystal in the dead of this night as one looks to the sky for future... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 