Never-day Echo

Never-day Echo

Never-day Echo By Neil Beynon Words hide in the witching hour. Rainbows sleep, Stars gone far away. Footsteps echo on empty streets To locked gates of a never-day. Trains roar against the dawn As the jukebox plays 3AM. The glass is full of yellow-brick road. The bone...

Art Ga Ga

Amanda Palmer’s awesome song about Art. Amanda rocks. The Amanda Palmer I don’t know. That’s not to say the one I do, doesn’t. I should shut up now. Here’s the song: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dxDREaCyjE] Reposted...

Why make art?

A perfectly valid question that uses art, I think, in it’s broadest sense and includes fiction. Or at least it does in my head. The question was not asked of me (I saw it in the twitter stream), I’m not sure if anyone other than perhaps friends/family...

The Woodsman: update 2

Yesterday, I finally broke ground on the rewrite of Chapter One. Anya, my protaganist has run, literally, into the story and I can see my way through most of the work on this chapter. To be fair, because I often start the first draft with either the beginning or end...