For those of you attending the former MCM Expo in Manchester this weekend, make sure you pick up a copy of the free guide booklet on your way in/out for my article on the evolution of cosplay.
And then later on we can all talk about the term ‘mufti day’.
… that moment when you see your way of doing things become the house style…
Just so you know, this is a thing that happened:
Originally this was going to be a prop for Marvel for a certain unnamed character. That was a very, long time ago. Eventually it became this. And then it sat on the shelf for a long until finally, through the grace of Mister Watts, Particle Surge picked it up. And now it’s with you.
“The first time I saw her, like not in one of those god-awful videos they show endlessly on VH-1, was at my dad’s house during some big Thanksgiving celebration. my dad sort of came out of nowhere and told us we were going to be celebrating Thanksgiving this year and I was all like, what the hell have I got to be thankful for? But, as is kind of the case in our family, my questions were conveniently brushed aside.”
Always one for the employ and proliferation of pithy new genre terms – especially when I can claim to be the point of their origin – today, whilst in conversation with Artifice force majeure, Lisa Knight, I decided upon the term “IMAX poetry”. The notion is, of course, a conceit – an idea of playfully assuming that we can further the notions of established epic poetry by going one step bigger and one step bolder.
Whilst not quite ready to bust out old teenage notebooks or song lyrics myself – at least not yet – there are some big things on the cards in the future relating to this topic.
Until then however, and related to her endevaours as the primary PR force behind Psychopomp, Lisa has been reading excerpts of Sophistry as part of the Artifice & Outright Fakery podcast.
It is an honestly strange sensation listening to someone else reading your words, giving them new nuances and meanings in the way they are spoken, transforming them into something both familiar and alien. It is like encountering a friend or relative after the longest time, only to discover they have since undergone plastic surgery.
As for what I have been doing with my spare time since last we spoke, dear reader, the honest answer is simply editing and scratching away at the next project.
And that’s it.
That’s my entire excitement for the whole year.
When you decide at 5:00 am that making new lecteur de tarot cards is a good idea.
This is funny only to me.
For your convenience, you can now buy An Echo of the Way You Knew Me Under Foreign Skies in paperback on amazon, I whisper quietly in you ear.
Today, in a quiet office in Walthamstow where the heating is always turned up far too high, I completed my new book. Writing the final confrontation, the final scene, saving it and then making a cup of tea, listening to the sound of the kettle boil, not saying a word. You won’t see anything of this until February next year – touch wood.
I haven’t told you the name. I realise now that I never told you the title of the previous book, possibly because it didn’t have a title for a long time. I hashed out several possibilities with H.H. Neville over the year or so since it was completed. My favourite was POP!, but he disapproved.
So in the end the book became This is a Book About Emily, by Emily. You’ll get to meet her later this year.
I’m going through a long title phase and thus the new new book, its title set since the introduction of one its principle characters, is named and he said to me, he said, “Jack, Cancer is a Motherfucker.”
In other news, as mentioned elsewhere, yesterday Margaret Thatcher died.
This might not seem an important article for this blog to cover but it is, it really is. In order to give voice to everything I felt, in order to sum up the complex emotions I felt in the context of my now being an adult, in the shadow of the London Riots of 2011, I at first tried to fashion a narrative based on the title. What it became instead was something else however.
The story again utilises Ayesha Swanson and Mister Mo from Love Amongst Strangers in their roles as agents of UKXD.
The story is called Margaret Thatcher in Hell. You can read it at Serial Prizes.