Ged Talks about the Writing Process, Steampunk, Life & Everything.
I've reached a quiet decision. Steampunk is marvelous; I love it, and I have greatly enjoyed my many and various excursions therein, both fantastic (e.g. my book series), and in the real world. By that I mean the inventing, building, sculpting, costuming and ultimately cosplaying my wacko combos. And as much fun as it is …
Continue reading Taking (off) the Pith
My life is consumed by having to live in a family full of defective, dysfunctional humans. Every hour. Every day. Let me give you an example: They cannot stack plates properly. It's very distressing.
I'm a ship with a hundred sails and no compass; no map. I'm blown across an ocean of possibilities, never in any one place for long.
There was another crash on the Pacific Motorway this morning. Traffic was backed up for a good 10 km in one direction, and 15 in the other. The longest queue was on the non-crash side. According to the media: People were slowing down to look. I say 'Bollocks'. I've driven past a 'fresh' crash. It had just …
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I've seen this time and time again: I spent 300 hours creating a costume and people walked right past me. But when Darth Vader walks by, he gets mobbed.
Suddenly the new buzz was Ant Farm, "an avant-garde architecture, graphic arts, and environmental design practice, founded in San Francisco in 1968 ...
It was 1983. I had been in Sydney a bare few days. It was my first (and as it transpired, temporary) act of immigration. We'd taken up residency on a mattress in an empty room in a rental house with some other Kiwis - already seasoned Aussies. Next day I heard, as our hostess bounced out …
I became obsessed with a voice. A voice I first heard way back in the 1960s, in the middle of a pop-song that was climbing the charts at the time. It came, it went, and I gave it little thought for the next 4 decades...
There is, however, one curious detail about Leonardo’s Last Supper that no-one has ever commented on before...
A successful day involved eating my lunch and getting home without being accosted by either friend or foe. Autism: It’s a sort of invisible stretchy membrane that prevents a lot of stuff getting transmitted either way.
