New Blog

I’ve decided to create another, separate blog that will enable me to post more personal stuff that wouldn’t really be appropriate here.  I’ve called the new blog, It Happened So Fast because being in my fifties seems to have come at me from nowhere.  🙂 For those of you who are interested in reading it, …

Request for Mitchell guest cartoons

I’ve been feeling pretty exhausted for a while and I think I ought to take it a little easier for a week or two on the personal work. Mr. Smoozles will continue because Stefano has scripts for the next ten weeeks. Story to Nowhere will likely be on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Which leaves Mitchell.

I’d really like Mitchell to continue through this period so I’m offering the chance, for those who are interested, to do guest cartoons.

A few thoughts on Avatar

I watched Avatar for the first time last night, on DVD. I didn’t want to see it in 3D because I tend to get bad headaches when I watch such films.

My first thought was that it was brilliant, but a qualified brilliant.

Writing – Too Much Advice?

When I attended the Writing Industries Conference earlier this year, one of the strongest pieces of advice was from the keynote speaker, Graham Joyce, who said that writers shouldn’t confine themselves to one area of writing. They should take their writing opportunities where they can.

Short Story: The Effect of a Thousand Butterflies

The Effect of a Thousand Butterflies
By Steve Ince

In my dream I cannot see her face for the cloud of butterflies that surrounds her. What I’m able to glimpse through the occasional, fleeting gap – her hands, her legs, her hair – suggest a delicacy of form. Her skin is white, almost devoid of any colour and contrasts sharply with the tangles of dark hair that fall forward, which in turn adds to the difficulty of catching sight of her features. She raises her hands towards her face and although I cannot be sure I feel she is screaming. I hear nothing of that sound, yet I hear the beating of the wings of a thousand butterflies, amplified loudly, reverberating like organic helicopters on patrol.

Short Story: Control

Control
By Steve Ince

My attempt to control the outcome of the game with my mind worked, much to my complete amazement. It’s not every day you discover you have amazing powers of mental control. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell anyone around me what was happening or they might think what I was doing was unfair, but the way I look at it is that I’m just a fan urging the rugby team he supports to do well.