Restraint and Discernment : A Writer’s Thoughts for the Week

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! This blog brought to you by Florence and the Machine’s High as Hope album. And some of Ceremonials. What The Water Gave Me is fantastic. Two big thoughts this week. (Not legitimately big, just the two discrete subjects I want to briefly discuss. Discreetly.) 1) The internet can …

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Riffing on Writing as an Art and Craft – Inspiration in the face of AI Impersonation

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! I missed last week. I thought about putting out a quick blast for the sake of keeping up with weekly output, but decided not to. Better silence than thoughtless blather, I hope! I have been watching lots of writerly videos on You Tube this week. Yes, this is …

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Hyperfactual transmission: A new origin for an old phrase

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Pusillanimous. A long time ago a girl asked me what word she was thinking. I said pusillanimous, thinking it a fancy word she’d be deeply unlikely to be thinking (and which I didn’t understand the meaning of, I just liked the way it sounded, an upmarket purple of …

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What to write next? Time to trust the artistic gut

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! I’ve been doing some thinking recently. (Don’t we all? Don’t we all engage in thinking constantly? What does that phrase really mean, when you think about it?) I’ll start again. I have been engaging in a form of creative introspection recently. Life has been throwing distractions and stresses …

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Riffing on the future past, a spacefaring earthbound dystopia of AI proportions. Guest appearance by the inevitable G. Orwell.

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! I had a daydream about a spacefaring story, complete with prolonged dialogue exchange and random bad technological ideas. It was terrible, but fun to go with for a while, comparing Tom Waits' and Nicholas Cage’s Renfields (there was a reason to do with insects and vegetarianism – I …

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Riffing on Writing as the Inescapable Self

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Last week I talked about trying to remove yourself, or at least your ego, from your writing, to embrace the other, to try to express viewpoints alien from your own. This week, I will entertain a rather different idea. That you cannot escape yourself: that everywhere you go, …

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