• Writer, seeker, dreamer and fighter. A child of the cosmos.

    I like the yellow blinds and purple walls partially obscured by the bald vagrant above.

    Fake wooden shelves around a few of my print books, on my mirror-image bookcase. Stacked two deep. 274cm, or 47.2kg in Earth units. The same digits.

  • About ME

    Careers are over-rated. In fact they’re usually shit. But half of us labour under this giant tick gorging itself on our lives. A parasite we were promised would deliver a future of riches. An annunciating Gabriel drained by drudgery and transformed into a bloated corpse.

     

    I have a cubicle job - high-pressure and low reward. My alarm sounds long before sunrise, then I wearily drag a persona from a drawer and force it on my tired body.

     

    Impersonating a corporate drone might be how I pay my bills, but while I’m here I pace myself. I chew off a little time and breathe life into it - I study colleagues' traits and speech patterns; behind my screen I read blog posts on the craft of writing; I sneak off to do mindfulness in the contemplation room; each summer I steal away to a community garden and immerse myself in eBooks. I try to learn the Periodic Table, the names of the muses and the sovereigns of Great Britain since 1066.

     

    Although it seems rather trivial in our post-truth world, I want to plug language symbols into long lines that represent imaginary sequences of events. Yup I want to finish a novel. Even if it's rubbish and takes place at my usual glacial speed.

     

    So, inspired by Austin Kleon's 'Show Your Work', this little corner of the Web is where I'm going to try to fling up thoughts, and then hopefully snapshots of my creative process.

     

    When an idea chooses me I normally try to quickly hide it in my 'Tropes' file, but I suspect those ghastly little nuggets of mental excreta want to live and breathe, so here is a small sprinkling.

  • Blog

    Thoughts, musings, ruminations.

    2019年10月15日
    I hope to one day live here, and not merely visit for a week each September. This parched fold in the land - Sorihuela del Guadalimar in the olive country of Andalucia - where everyone knows everyone and they ask 'De quien eres?' Who are you from, not Where. I write 'parched', but there is rain...
    The unreliability of the British Isles includes it's weather. By contrast, southern Spain reliability produces both beautiful clear sunny days and also spectacular thunderstorms. Even when the sky is almost completely clear of an evening, you can still find frequent pockets of drama. Here's a...
    2019年10月1日
    Throughout late September the early autumn spiders have been filling the corners of my small house. Mainly the small-body, long-legged, ones that happily eat one another. This is the first time I've witnessed one catching a smaller spider, perhaps even its own offspring. Quick as a flash it set...
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    Perhaps the Strange Loops running through your circuits resonate with mine. Feel free to send me a tight beam.

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