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Doubtless if you are reading this journal and have any observation skills, you will have already noticed the My Fiction section at the top.

How I would have made the prequels.

I love the hell out of Harry S. Plinkett’s reviews of the Star Wars prequels. Early on in his review of Revenge Of The Sith, he feints and hooks so well. You think he is going to make the obvious “they spelled shit wrong” joke. And what he actually says had me nearly dying of laughter.

Merry fukk you and a happy fukk off (what 2014 will bring to this journal)

Long have I contemplated the content of this journal and where I wish it to go in my cloudy, hazy future. Truthfully, this is incompatible with the direction I want my existence to take in future. However, there is a lot I wish to change in this journal now. And for a few reasons.

If what we create is a reflection of us

During one of the lectures I attended in creative arts, I told the other students in the room a little detail from my personal experience. That the more personal to oneself a story is, the easier it becomes to write. I have also shared tidbits such as that I decide the theme of what I write before I begin writing. But this opens up a tunnel of thought that I think is worth exploring.

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part Three

Author’s note: Following is the third and final part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. You can read the first part here, and the second part here. Not much to tell in terms of things necessary to understand it. Unless you have not read the previous parts, in which case, go and do so now.

Without further ado…

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part Two

Author’s note: Following is the second part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. You can read the first part here. It was whilst writing this story that I discovered I had also laid excellent groundwork to explain how Falathen comes to decide she has lived long enough.

Further to the above, one of the rules of my canon is that whilst Elves live indefinitely, the experience of seeing almost entirely the same stuff over and over for hundreds or even thousands of years has demonstrable effects on their health. Although I have not demonstrated it well in this story, Queen Falathien has a reputation amongst other rulers as being one step short of barking mad. Such is the price of being ~20,000 years old.

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part One

Author’s note: Following is the first part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. During the most recent unpleasant episode of my life, the same conundrum as in others came to mind. How do we look to those looking at us?

All one needs to bear in mind is that this story is set around the same time as A Dream Linula Had (I really should think up a better title for that one). Probably during one of the holiday breaks in her first year of tertiary schooling.