This is a pre-recorded transmission. Held in trust by the central data authorities of the great internet super-highway. If you are reading this, then I am not here. I am elsewhere. I am other. Beyond. On holiday. Possibly even outside, beneath the unremitting solar assault of the dreaded day-star. Or the unremitting aqueous assault of the British skies. The weather has resolutely refused to make up its mind and pick a side in this eternal war of the heavens.
I can scare believe that another month has drawn to a close. But it has, with all of the grim inevitability I have come to expect from time. It does herald the coming of short stories though. Which is nice I suppose.
I managed to knock out this little wordascope inside a week and was all finished up by the 5th. Leaving me with the greater balance of a month to waste pottering about the house. I had intended to do some writing on other projects and on going bits and bobs. That plan rapidly fell to pieces, like a house of cards in a wind tunnel. A slight break from my vain attempts to write anything has been greatly appreciated.
My wordascope went in a bit of a odd direction. The picture absolutely drips with the unnameable fluids of the fantasy genre, but I ended up with something in a distinctly sci-fi vein. The concept I like. How well it was actually executed? Well I suppose that’s for you to decide.
James Clayton – An experiment in dice writing
The Rogue Verbumancer – The Wildlands
Remember to check back tomorrow for the start of July’s Pictonaut Challenge.