I really must blog more often. You’d think someone as didactic as me would always have something to share with the world…
First up: “An Endless Echo in Every Empty Space” will soon be appearing in Below the Stairs, the second anthology in Steve Dillon’s Things in the Well series that features classic tales by Clive Barker, Ramsey Campbell, H.P. Lovecraft et al as well as new material by a crack cast of international talents. (For those keeping count at home, yes, that’s two for two so far.) This brand new story was inspired by an expedition with my girlfriend Meg; driving around Port Pirie last Christmas Eve as twilight approached, we spotted a deserted house and decided to explore and photograph it. The resulting tale dwells on the sadness inherent in such a decrepit abode, but despite that, I hope it will be enjoyed by those who read it; as Sally Sparrow says, sadness is “happy for deep people”.
I’m also a contributor to Yesterday’s Tomorrow, an upcoming charitable anthology from the anti-bullying initiative Don’t Be HORROR-ble. As someone who went through a bit of shit as a high-schooler and knows people who had it much worse, I’m happy to be on board for this one.
My performance at A Day of Clarity was well-received, and went rather smoothly considering I’d flown in from Brisbane that afternoon on two hours’ sleep and a hangover. There’s a video compiled from the two sets that can be seen here, featuring my recital of “My No-Tell Motel Hell”.
And speaking of Brisbane, the icecocoon set went a little less perfectly than we’d hoped – and in front of less people – but the experience was quite enjoyable nonetheless… perhaps a little too much so, since we hit some bars with our Dyssidia homies after the show. The end result: I barely slept but still slept in, missed my flight, and had to navigate Brisbane with a bass guitar in a state of broke, half-pissed panic. Ah, the Perils of Rock n’ Roll Decadence. Stay in school, kids – not that it helped me much…
There are, as always, a few other things boiling away in the background, but we’ll get to those in due course. Ciao for now, brown cows.