Oi vey! Here’s another memo to say “Didn’t you get the memo? All the exciting stuff is elsewhere and, oh, what a desolate waste this is!”
I encourage you to go over to my website to catch up on cool things. Some fresh new things of interest include a fresh Pictonaut challenge effort in the form of a screenplay and on the horizon I’ll be stepping up to write for The Working Barbarian. The latter needs your input and I urge you to vote for the outcome affects what I have to write for you.
Go forth! Leave this place and enjoy the treasures of elsewhere!
Right now my anxiety is making a noise. it’s a high-pitched whining sound that could, if properly…
Magus John the Steele has looked The Fear in its eyeballs and jammed his bastard sword right into all three of ‘em! By the thunder grumbles of Xaxathoon the Grumpy! The Life and Times of a Working Barbarian has gone live!
MEANWHILE, IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY… HAS BEEN HAPPY TO PROVIDE A DAILY PARALLEL DIMENSION NEWS SERVICE FOR 222 BROADCASTS. NOW - FOR THIS PARADIGM OF EXISTENCE AT LEAST - IT IS TIME TO CEASE OPERATIONS. PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK FOR FURTHER INFORMATION AND ANALYSIS. THANK YOU, AND GOOD NIGHT.
*Waves fingers, casts Jedi Mind Trick…*
*Waves fingers, casts another Jedi Mind Trick…*
You want to submit something to Badnasty Horror Horse Opera. Now, let me pass and may the Force be with you…
And that’s the 200th ‘Meanwhile, in an alternate reality…’ news bulletin. I can’t believe I’m still reporting these things. I’ll be stopping soon (our reality surely can’t take so much parallel universe action) but for now, whoa! 200! Infinite high fives to all the universes!
Hark! I have a fresh Pictonaut short story to share with thee! As is customary, the venerable John Steele has thrown down the challenge to write a tale inspired by an evocative image. Behold: February’s source picture is a brilliant photo of the former House of the Bulgarian Communist Party.
I thought about tackling this by writing a rip-off of At the Mountains of Madness with tentacular Socialist deities rising out of the ice to consume the soul of a wayward academic on an ill-advised field trip. The Lovecraftian terrors withdrew however as I sat and pondered on the quiet pathos of the picture. It speaks of ideologies being abandoned, a Communist fantasy and ambitious power designs ebbing away and perishing as time moves on.
It’s poignant and ‘cause grand dreams are on my agenda at the moment, I’ve ended up coming up with the following fiction-bit. I am all apologies for pumping out a juvenile pep-talk affirmation powertrip from the perspective of an neo-utopian emo-kid which, writing-wise, is a throwback attempt to channel my angry teenage diary days (ick, ick and more ick). Make of it what you will and, in the meantime, I urge you to have a stab at the Pictonaut short challenge and play around with some words before the month is done. Here then is my February Pictonaut effort…
Hydrated! vine.co/v/bn6jIw1wbgL— James Clayton (@james__clayton) February 6, 2013
Short films and six-second mini-adventure epic making…
Twitter launched a new app called Vine and I thought “well, this could be interesting and a really easy and efficient way to make miniature movies without a lot of hassle.”
There’s some fun to be had here and I’m going to crank out some creative filmed experiments. Enjoy this true chronicle of my quest to overcome extreme thirst and watch out for more 6-second James Clayton joints…
It is almost the end of January which means it’s high time I filed a Pictonaut short story. Here’s how it works: every month the Resplendent Most-Righteous Meister John Steele picks an image and challenges people to write a story inspired by it. It’s fun to do, I recommend it and every month I get carried away doing it. Lose yourself fabricating fantastic fictions, y’know?
Anyway, I was ultra-psyched to find that the first inspiral picture of the New Year was a Moebius illustration. What’s more it was Western-tinged and I’m thinking a lot about that genre at the moment. Ultimately I was inspired to write the following which ended up being splurged out as a sort of stream-of-consciousness mystic trip.
Mr. Steele gave this month’s title “Plodding On” but I’ve gone off-base again and titled my effort “The Path is Yours to Choose”. I saw something positive in the image, get transcendental vibes from Moebius (it’s The Incal and the Alejandro Jodorowsky link, methinks) and felt a need to do some soul-searching. I’m resisting the urge to spend ages going over it and doing a heavy-duty polishing job because that’d go against the authentic, original spirit of the thing, I feel.
Pretty raw then, here’s my January Pictonaut piece…
The Path is Yours to Choose
By James Clayton
“The path is yours to choose…”
The phrase rolled around. Echo chamber mind. Open vistas of expansive space awaiting. Sound of a soothing voice deep and sonorous urging the mantra refrain.
“The path is yours to choose…”
Eyes open or shut? No certain knowing in this state. Out of body experience? Out of mind experience? He couldn’t tell. Sunstroke suffused senses. The haze and daze of the desert dusk. Weary. Tired. Twilight fugue.
As far as he could see it was sand. Grains of grey, green and blue. Ghostly. Otherworldly. Unusual but understandable. Weirdness happens. Weird is the way the world is. Weird is where we all inevitably end up.