There's no doubt about it Marcus Marcus is annoyed with me. I left him exactly a year ago with his skull and body being crushed and warped out of shape as he made the journey into another dimension. This is not a kind thing to do to your friends, and Marcus is a friend even if he is one I do not entirely approve of.
My only excuse is that other commissions came up. To me its a perfectly reasonable excuse - i do have children to feed, whereas Marcus Marcus is so rich he could buy up an entire solar system. I promised him I would be back as soon as possible - I even sketched out the last section of the story - but Marcus Marcus is very insistent he wants me back now finishing what I (or we) had started. This has become problematic especially at night when he sneaks into my bed
As a writer, my dreams are very much part of my creative process. When I sleep ideas and images from the projects I am working on take on forms and narratives in my head. This results in a curious dream life. When I was working on the riskybizzness commission my dreams where filled with witty conversations with imaginary people about the benefits of walking and eating well. When I was preparing Transformation I experienced fantastical (and often terrifying) dreams about goats. With Galway Bay Folk Tales my sleep time was filled with vivid encounters with magical beings and beasts.
But every so often as I slept my dreaming would drift far away into a binary star system, filled with spaceships, fanatics and strange mutant creatures and divinities. This is the realm of Marcus Marcus. Lately the dreams have become more persistent, pushing out all other thoughts. Marcus Marcus is ready for the next part of his story to be told, and will accept no excuses. And whilst I quite happy to get into a fight with real people, over the years I've learned the hard way that it does not pay to get into a fight with a figment of your imagination. They can really wreck your head.
So, I've dusted of the notes for the last section of the story. They're good. Very good, especially the twist at the end. So now its time to flesh it out. The new postings will begin in the autumn. ( Cue dramatic music...)
My only excuse is that other commissions came up. To me its a perfectly reasonable excuse - i do have children to feed, whereas Marcus Marcus is so rich he could buy up an entire solar system. I promised him I would be back as soon as possible - I even sketched out the last section of the story - but Marcus Marcus is very insistent he wants me back now finishing what I (or we) had started. This has become problematic especially at night when he sneaks into my bed
As a writer, my dreams are very much part of my creative process. When I sleep ideas and images from the projects I am working on take on forms and narratives in my head. This results in a curious dream life. When I was working on the riskybizzness commission my dreams where filled with witty conversations with imaginary people about the benefits of walking and eating well. When I was preparing Transformation I experienced fantastical (and often terrifying) dreams about goats. With Galway Bay Folk Tales my sleep time was filled with vivid encounters with magical beings and beasts.
But every so often as I slept my dreaming would drift far away into a binary star system, filled with spaceships, fanatics and strange mutant creatures and divinities. This is the realm of Marcus Marcus. Lately the dreams have become more persistent, pushing out all other thoughts. Marcus Marcus is ready for the next part of his story to be told, and will accept no excuses. And whilst I quite happy to get into a fight with real people, over the years I've learned the hard way that it does not pay to get into a fight with a figment of your imagination. They can really wreck your head.
So, I've dusted of the notes for the last section of the story. They're good. Very good, especially the twist at the end. So now its time to flesh it out. The new postings will begin in the autumn. ( Cue dramatic music...)
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