Yes. I love the cold weather. And I finished a short story this week too.

This week I did a thing. I tried AI. Put my own writing to the test.

"Every knight needs a squire. And you look like you need one more than most.”

I played the first Fallout game back in the day and loved it, so I was quietly looking forward to this adaptation of the game to telly...

Spring is here (allegedly) and it's time for me to awake from my winter slumber, my hibernation, and kickstart a more regular blog write for 2024. I do admit to feeling rusty as another year creeps by and I welcome the age of 55. That's beginning to get up there now, isn't it. My body tells me it is, even if my mind stays at an evergreen mental age of around four-and-a-half. What to write? In the coming weeks I'll likely post a review of 11.22.63 having just finished watching

A New Me? Kind of, but not really... I know. Strange title. And it's been a while. October 2022 since I last wrote a blog post. Strangely that coincides with my last venture out for a walk on my own (before this month) and me becoming really reclusive - 10 months, that's bad, isn't it. I've also realised that it's the same time Elon Musk took over Twitter, and it became a much more toxic environment. Is that a part of it? Perhaps. It must surely have a bearing. So I guess, th

DreamSwarm celebrates the art and artists of a strange place. The brainchild and baby of Andy Mark Simpson, it is a place that enjoys the art and feeling of the supernatural, the otherworldly, yet encompasses those works that do not necessarily fit within the popular, more mainstream genre conventions of traditional Horror and Science-Fiction. This is the liminal world of Fae and folklore, myth, magical realism, and urban darkness - where time travel simply is the hum of an e

Trying to find inspiration for a new piece, a beginning that catches me with character or emotion, and my idle thoughts lead me to recalling someone once said, a genius of course, that the road goes ever on. It does of course. On and on. A walk becomes a recollection, recollection a story, story a tale. Tales grow up and grow old, age for good and for bad, become history, myth, legend and folklore. Forever retold, reborn, heard anew. Many are forever forgot. Some hide in shad

It's been a long time since I wrote my blog. Longer than a long time, a weekly habit that I need to revive and breathe life back in to. A...

Today I start off my alphabetic tour of folklore and its influence on me with the letter 'A'. At first I struggled with what to write....