With A Silent Scream

I actually hesitated for once before hitting "publish" before submitting this week's Elephant Words contribution.

The photo this week was of a hotel room.

I couldn't help but be reminded of one of the lowest moments in my life. I'm not going to talk about it here, but those who know me well will probably know what I'm talking about.

 

And, so I found myself writing this poem.

The experience was a fairly cathartic one, but I found myself hesitant to share the results with the world at large. Still, I guess that's what being a writer is all about, bearing a part of your soul.

Viva Nu-Vegas!

I had no intention of writing a Slam Ridley story... 

I had loads of ideas...a poem...a song...something sweet and romantic about wanting to run off with the woman I love and maybe get married in Vegas...

But Slam had other ideas.

 

He's just one of those characters who'll muscle his way into your imagination and insist that you write about him.

 

So, this week's picture was of Las Vegas.

 

And, yeah, Slam insisted that this week's story be about him.

 

Don't blame me, blame Slam.

Young Gods OGN Part One!

Just realised I haven't posted this on here. Not sure how many people are reading this that don't read my LJ, dA, myspace or whatever as well, but just in case you've missed it, I recently released the first part of my Young Gods OGN to read for FREE online. Just click the ebook below to read it...

The Bunker

Okay, it's been a busy week here at Sharman Towers, somehow I managed to letter 49 comic book pages in three days. Not bad going really. However, it did kinda' result in this week's Elephant Words rather sneaking up on me again

Still, better late than never, although this was probably the toughest week for me yet, as this week's picture really didn't spark much inspiration in me at all. Nevertheless, as usual, sitting down to write saw me somehow coming up with something, and so you can read this week's story, The Bunker, here.

 

Also, I'm running a colouring contest over on my deviantArt if anyone's interested! Details here.

The New World

You'd think, when it's your turn to post the pic' on Elephant Words on a Sunday, that would make things easier. You're the first person to know what the picture is, and you don't have to post your story until the following Saturday. Plenty of time to work on something, right?

Well, yeah, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that...

 

This week's story was, therefore, written a good couple of hours after I'd usually post my contribution, and as I started typing I really had no idea where I was going with it. That it actually ended up having some kind of form and structure...and a point...is really rather a minor miracle.

 

So far both pieces I've written based on my own photographs have ended up being autobiographical. I think it's just hard for me to separate the pictures from what was going on in my life when I took them. In fact, I'd said to someone that there were no really strong emotions attached to this week's picture but I discovered in writing this piece that I was wrong. In many ways it follows on directly from the last piece I wrote based on my own photograph, Four Words, which was very much about the ending of one chapter of my life. This week's piece, The New World, is about the beginning of the next chapter, and my first steps into a much larger world (learning the ways of the Force...heh...no...becoming a professional writer and artist).

 

As always, your comments are welcome.