Outside Warren pushed his face against the glass. Sometimes the family inside left the curtains open, but tonight they were drawn. He wanted to see. The boy would be there. "Is he there?" A small voice asked in his ear. "Hush, they will hear," the creature said. "I can't see the curtains are pulled." "Why?… Continue reading Cold Glass
Month: January 2014
My style…
Do I have one? Well, I opened my wardrobe to see if I had a style in there other than just jeans and tops... I do. I have every coloured jumper under the sun, especially if they have a fair-isle pattern or are cabled. Most are hand knitted and most are in your face. Honestly,… Continue reading My style…
Today’s illustration.
Pencil on Bristol Board Tomorrow I am hoping to have finished the second Doctor...
Words!
I am working on a screenplay at the moment and I am being haunted by words that sound the same but are different. So there is the homographs. Same spelling, different meaning... lead (the metal) or lead (in the front) bass (a fish) or bass (a low sound) OR there is also the homophones. These are spelt spelled differently but sound the… Continue reading Words!
Illustration of the Day
I am going to post an illustration a day. Today's is...
Happiness
What is happiness? I have written about it... Although I have noticed that my characters tend to have more conflict than happiness. It is just more interesting to write about something throwing your character in at the deep-end and how they get out of the situation, rather than a perfectly happy being. Personally though, I… Continue reading Happiness
More illustration…
This is last nights (8 hours)...
A little out of the ordinary.
I used to be an artist. But I couldn't sell my work. I wasn't in fashion. So I stopped. For seven years... Then on New Year's Day I picked up a pencil... I think I'm going to be drawing more. Inspiration for this post came from Tom Baker and The Daily Prompt - Beyond the… Continue reading A little out of the ordinary.
Truth Hurts
Alice stepped into the cafe. She'd already been crying but she could feel the tears burn at the corners of her eyes again. It wasn't her fault. Tracy had backed her into a corner and she couldn't do it. That morning she had been dreaming of moving back into halls of residence at the university… Continue reading Truth Hurts
Where has the magic gone?
I remember the first time I saw magic... It wasn't in a circus or on a TV. No, I was out in a field. I can't remember where. I was lying and looking at the sky. It had just been raining and I remember thinking that I ought to go home. Mum would be angry… Continue reading Where has the magic gone?
Kate Murray - Cleaver 