Electric Dreams

It had been a bit of a struggle to come up with a theme for June’s content, until an idea for the Twitter short story presented itself…

This week’s been a lot about how Online deals with reality and vice versa, and with a cracking idea now in the planning stage, it was time to start making the graphics and planning a way forward…

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I’ll sort out the #Narrating2018 and #Soundtracking2018 titles in the next few days, but I severely doubt there’ll be any struggle coming up with suitable subject matters. The Internet’s a big place, after all. It’s also full of some QUITE RIDICULOUS STUFF.

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The problem I forsee, at least is planning, is finding enough stuff other people haven’t shared about a bazillion times in the first place…

Don’t Dream It’s Over

This morning, a lot of things disappointed me.

Some of them I was able to put into words. Others were not as easily corralled. Absolutely the best thing that could have happened then did so and necessity forced body away from Social media completely to go do some important stuff with my daughter. It was even better for everybody that she got Friday afternoon off.

The only way sometimes to counteract the pure toxicity Twitter can generate is to not use it. This has nothing at all to do with contentious topics or difficult discussions, and everything around the fact that, like it or not, it is not a complete version of reality. Thinking that the future somehow involves this and everything else wrapped up in a version of reality isn’t quite the truth either. At some point in the future, when someone looks back to this moment and considers it to represent ‘the good old days’ it will be time to point out to them that it’s a lie. Everything is subjective. Absolutely everything.

The present is where everybody needs to live more.

Without rehashing old ground or trying to make people who clearly don’t listen to do just that, all the issues in our lives right now are often far more easy to solve than is at first apparent. The key, undoubtedly, is an ability to step outside of ourselves and look inwards with a more objective eye than exists in the storm you’ve just left. Watching total strangers proclaim what terrible things they’ve done in order to court reaction sits uneasily beside the real-life tragedies of those who just stopped caring and gave up. For some, it is more important to hate than heal, or hurt rather than forgive. This has been no different for thousands of years. The key now is that you can be a fuckwit on one side of the world and someone on the other side gets to attack you with more vitriol than was ever possible previously.

Oh, what a brilliant thing modern life has become.

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I feel that everybody should now be made to take mandatory leave from the Internet for a sense of proportion. Anyone getting too emotionally invested needs to take a reality break, which involves somewhere with somebody they care about, and the chance to talk about nothing in particular. Most importantly of all, anyone using Social media to further an agenda needs to be far more comprehensively vetted than is currently the case.

These are the good old days, right now, that we’re all pissing up the wall because nobody grasps the real damage being done to society from the ability to say what we want when we want it, and not worry about the consequences

Fickle Sun

Tomorrow is May, though you’d not believe it looking out of this window. That means, it is time for a slight detour in direction, to coincide with the launch of my new digital project, Arguto.

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Your short story is an intentionally vague affair, which will only become clear with time. The two sets of YouTube selections are very much in the same vein as the Arguto ‘vibe’ which should help with the transition from one space to the next… and there will be some added extras too.

Needless to say, I’m extremely excited about Arguto, but there won’t be a letup in content here. Weekly Twitter poetry will still be archived here, as will the short stories, and this will remain the place for Novel Chat (more on that tomorrow) plus my forays into published work. The fanzine is very much a personal vanity project and with this fourth space comes the opportunity to maintain a selection of disparate spaces to serve all my literary and artistic needs.

Once we’ve launched tomorrow, there will be some back-end changes to support the alterations, and then it is full steam ahead for this new direction…

Vogue

Arguto is an Italian word, which roughly translates as sharp, witty or clever. I’ve chosen it as the title for a fanzine because I’m not comfortable borrowing or punning a title of anything else or trying to pretend this whole project is something it isn’t. The initial idea has been kickstarted by the fact that this year, after several decades of wanting to travel to Italy, I’m going to finally make it there. The birthplace of the Rennaisance in Europe has generated the same change within me.

This is the moment to create something truly special.

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Arguto will combine my love of photography, writing, music and fiction in one place. It will be a Fanzine portal for a number of photography projects, plus other audio-visual gubbins. It has all the backend organised (although Google’s being a bit problematic, no change there) and will begin to propagate next month. I’m not saying anything else right now, but it is me attempting to evolve.

If you’re interested at this early stage, bookmark arguto.net and follow @ArgutoFanzine.

Back in the Saddle

Well, it is good to be back at a PC this morning, organising myself for the first time in a few weeks. There’s a lot to catch up on, and so it’s probably the right moment to announce what you can expect this week, plus what is coming up in May. I’ve picked the word ‘Ambiance’ to describe next month, which will involve the introduction of Spotify playlists to our gamut of inspirational sources, plus a full-blown photography project as bonus material. For now, however, let’s work out what’s missing from April.

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The three short stories started this month are in the final stages of completion, and you’ll see them all on the site at some point in the future. I’ll be spending this week catching up on poetry archiving and the like, with all the regular features returning to the Twitters. After that, there’s going to be some explanation of what you can expect in the months that follow, including some exciting new features which will be worked on across the Summer. Oh, and if you’re waiting for an alpha read of the Novel?

You should watch your Inbox sometime next week.

WE ARE STRONG

Mostly, it is business as usual, with a bit more organisation behind the scenes that existed before.

I can’t wait to share with you what’s coming.

Sunrise

In six hours I’ll take the last of my new course of drugs and (everything crossed) that will be it, the chest infection that poleaxed me will be gone. In fairness, it wasn’t that which caused the majority of the issues over the last few weeks, but details are largely tenuous. Normally I’d be dissecting the consequences of all this somewhere, but frankly, it’s a pointless exercise. There are far more important things to be doing with my time.

I’ve taken some time to think about what happens as a result of all this, and am really excited about the possibilities on the table. For now, however, I’ll spend the next three days getting everything back up to date and then we’ll carry on with April’s content.

You can expect more pictures going forward, that’s for damn sure.

Poetry Archive :: The End

You’re seeing this much later than originally advertised, for which I apologise, as life slowly gets back to normal after my enforced layoff.  This is a largely uneven work, if I’m honest, which may well get revisited and revised as time goes on. As it transpires, however, this a decent testament to my mood as drugs didn’t work and indeed made things worse.


The End

Skipping to the last page
Predicting own demise,
Obsessed with an ending
Long before it arrives:
Life remains for living
Make better use of time,
Gift that keeps on giving
Moments stay sublime.

Healthy not to look back
Focussing on the now,
Sometimes backwards helps to
Grasp understanding how;
Why history repeats,
Mistakes made time, again;
Reorganise methods,
Conscious, against the grain.

Start to plan your next phase,
Stop worrying ‘bout time:
End arrives regardless
Out of your hands and mine.
Instants as if your last,
The mantra of each day:
Letting go of concern
Allows fears to allay.

Time is key, happiness
And with it, sense of self;
Know how mind, body work
To maintain pristine health.
Trusting soul, nothing else
Enlightenment arrives;
Let go of fear and doubt,
Consistency survives.

You’re the problem to solve
Take a long, cold hard look:
Time to move with times,
Get this brain to unhook.
Think, what would happen if
Tomorrow was the end?
Start today with the change,
Modify, habits mend.


Walk Away

I’ve decided, after being diagnosed with a chest infection, to take a short break from daily posting. I will still be working on Short Stories during this time, and hope to have the first completed for publication on Friday.

Normal scheduled content will continue to be posted on Twitter.

Hopefully, I’ll be all better by the end of the week ❤

Believe

On April 14th, the @InternetofWords Twitter feed is a year old. When I started this project, there was the belief writing could be successfully funded long-term, and that would probably have remained the case were it not for the fees issue that made me pull the project in December. Four months on from that, I’m grateful for a chance to sit back from obligation. Without the shift in emphasis, my novel would never have been finished, because a continuous sense of being beholden to patrons would have put that work ahead of personal desire. I still want to find a means to make money long-term that includes the processes that are being developed here, but what matters more right now is evolution.

The creation of my Patreon was done with the best of intentions but ultimately ended up stifling creativity. Part of the issue was not knowing exactly what it was I enjoyed doing, and not having enough of a portfolio of work to back up those assertions. This year, therefore, has become an exercise in building foundations, via the website and on Social media. Slowly but surely a body of work will emerge that reflects this personal journey, development along lines that I am able to dictate and command as an artist. Once that groundwork is in place, it will be time to look again at sustainable funding.

There Was No Glory

By far the biggest success story in all of this has been the development of my poetry, and if all goes well, I intend to crowdfund a project at the end of the year to translate both haiku and micropoetry into book format. Assuming that all goes well, we’ll look at other ways to maintain the momentum. Right now, they are all baby steps, but once we hit the one year Anniversary of the IoW in June? The only way is forwards and upwards.

I look forward to expanding Outlooks and Universes for many years to come.

Wondrous Stories

I only realised quite late in the week that I’ve not given any indication of what you can expect via Social media for April. The removal of Facebook and Instagram from my equation is still requiring a bit of work, and there’ll be some additions to the website as result starting on Monday. However, let us not look upon the negatives and concentrate on what is Coming Soon (TM)

#LookCloser#MoreFoolYou

For our #Narrating2018 and #Soundtracking2018, there’s a bit of a diversification of interest: 30 days of details (including the very small and extremely large) and a month of Comedy Songs because frankly there is not enough laughter in the World currently. We’re calling this Short Story Month because once the novel’s done, I’ll want a few weeks to let it rest before going back for a second, concerted edit. Therefore, there’ll be a couple of short stories started for a contest later in the year, alongside one for publication here AND the monthly Twitter story.

THRILLER

A woman goes to a Wiccan Faire in her local Sports Centre and askes an odd request of a seller she finds within… You can expect part one on April Fool’s Day, which in a rather odd clash of interests also takes place on Easter Sunday. There’ll be the normal selection of weekly poetry too, plus possibly some extras to boot.

Now, let’s get started on organising those images from Instagram…

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