As promised, here's my report on the last few days:
About ten days ago, there was vague talk of a heightened security risk, a coming event. It wasn't transmitted in a memo or email but casually, almost imperceptibly, from person to person. It seems to have gone round everyone, from the top (operational rather than figurehead) to me. No one could say what it was about but it hung in the air. I took it as a sign of something that was going to happen.
"You've got to wade through piles of shit to get to paradise." Geronimo Black
More than just Invisible
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Saturday, 27 December 2014
The universe wants to play with you - Full version
The complete text (so far...), unencumbered by photos. Print it out and read it in the bath. Don't let your servants read it though...
Sunday, 14 December 2014
View from a (new) darkened room
The creative process
Just been lying in the bath, musing on the creative process, or more particularly, my creative process, always a slightly unpredictable beast at the best of times.
My big complaint over the last few years has been the lack of time I had for writing which meant anything I wanted to do had to be condensed into an hour or so in the evening; one of the drawbacks of living in a small house with four children between the ages of 5 and 8 and three adults.
Just been lying in the bath, musing on the creative process, or more particularly, my creative process, always a slightly unpredictable beast at the best of times.
My big complaint over the last few years has been the lack of time I had for writing which meant anything I wanted to do had to be condensed into an hour or so in the evening; one of the drawbacks of living in a small house with four children between the ages of 5 and 8 and three adults.
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