A Scar Of Avarice…

Cover reveals are a bit of the thing… Apparently. But as a break from the second draft, I was messing about on https://www.canva.com/ this evening.  That and deciding on a title for the short novel I was talking about in the previous post helps…

I find making a cover, even if it doesn’t end up being the one you go with, helps make the whole project feel more real. Hence the messing about cover building.  It may not stay like this, but I kind of like it at the moment…

A scar of avarice

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Whats in a title…

I’ve just finished writing the first draft of a short Hannibal Smyth crossover novelette that is set in Esqwiths Passing Place. I’ve not made mention of this before now because it started out as an experiment a week ago when I was ‘editing’ the ‘final’ draft of ‘A Spider In The Eye‘ the Hannibal Smyth novel I have been writing for over a year.


The words ‘editing’, and ‘final’ are somewhat erroneous here because I have been ‘editing’ the ‘final draft of that novel for quite some time without really getting anywhere with it. I have been, not to put too fine a point on it, avoiding ‘editing’ it far more than actually doing so. As for the ‘final’ part I suspect that it is only one of several ‘final’ drafts to come. Oh, what beautiful lies we tell ourselves when we are editing… Stalled is the word I am looking for here. I was utterly stalled and needed a break away for old Harry Smith for a while.

Or so I thought, until early last week when I realised the biggest problem I had was also something for which I had a creative solution. There were a couple of chapters that did not really fit in the novel. There was nothing wrong with them, they told a complete little story all on there own that fit into the overall narrative, they just did not need to be there and altered the pace of the narrative in a way I was just not happy with. Indeed that was the problem I was having, the whole novel just did not feel right while these chapters existing. The few minor plot points contained within them worked better elsewhere but stayed where they were to avoid those couple of chapters just being a meander down a side road. They needed cutting, but despite this, I really liked the chapters themselves and the story that they told…

So here was my creative solution, ‘Passing Place’, my somewhat sprawling second novel is, in essence, a story about a place where people tell stories. It is a lot more than that, but ultimately it is a novel of layered storytelling. And Esqwiths, the Passing Place of the title is the ideal place to set a short tale within a wider world. So I decided to try and do just that, mostly if I am honest because I needed a change of pace from just writing Hannibal, and because I thought I would have fun writing characters from Passing Place again and writing Hannibal outside his own narrative.

I was right, I did.

So much fun in fact that the writing came easily, and in the space of a week I have gone from nothing to a full draft of, an admittedly short, but self-contained little novelette. Which I now need to do a swift edit of and then get proofread, final edit / drafted/reproofed… all the usual gubbins. But a complete draft all the same. (Its just under 10k words in total so short is the word here)

From the timeline point of view of both novels, the story falls in the middle, mostly to avoid there being any absolute spoilers to the great plot of either novel within it. Though there are plenty of little snippets contained in the narrative that I hope adds to the both for a reader.

I had no real intention of doing anything with it beyond treating it as a kick start my writing exercise for my own amusement, but I am actually very pleased with what I have sat in front of me. So, once I have it all neatened up and complete to the point I could publish it, I am going to do just that, probably as a free novelette you can download from here, and put it on Amazon and elsewhere for the absolute bare minimum they allow. As well as offering it out free whenever possible, because while I abhor just giving away my writing as a whole, I would not feel right selling this one as it so short. It is, however, the perfect ‘reader catcher’ (it’s like a dream catcher for readers, less native American, more bloody obvious ploy…)

It also solves my niggling problems with ‘A Spider In the Eye’ so I can crack on with that now.

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All of which makes me very happy all things considered. I am however faced with one little niggle…

What the hell do I call it?

I hate thinking up titles…

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Pointless list of wonderfulness…

Like most people who blog, I read a lot of blogs. I probably don’t read as many blogs as I should, as I am forever saving a link to my bookmarks and never quite getting back to them. Or, on Mondays, I get an update email from a blog I follow, and as I get a lot of these on a Monday, I don’t quite get around to reading them all, or even half of them. I get all the emails on a Monday because I set them all to weekly emails so my inbox is not swamped with update emails every day which would irritate me somewhat. Instead, it gets swamped on a Monday, and I flag the ones I find interesting to read at some point that week. Some weeks I read them all, most weeks I don’t find the time to do so.

Which is why this post is a somewhat pointless list of wonderfulness, as there are only so many hours in the day, and so, dear readers, I suspect you’ll all have less time than you have things to do with it, but if you do have the time, and want to read something interesting, inspiring , thought-provoking , or just plain amusing, here is a list of so of my favourite blogs I never quite have the time to read as much as I should, and that may well be worth following if you have the time.

The List of Wonderfulness



If you have ever read Oliver Twist and wondered if the life and world of Oliver could translate to the modern world Planetstef has some insightful observations on the subject for you. As well as lots of other insightful delving into the dark underbelly of Victoriana, books, culture, counterculture and lots more besides, with the occasional gem, you could never find somewhere else hidden in the blogs pages…

Lynn Fisher


As a writer myself, I am all ways interest in others thoughts on the art. I also have done quite a few posts on the subject of writing. Lynn has written extensively on the subject, and probably more insightfully than I. So if you are a writer of any kind I would suggest you delve into her archives, you may find much that informs and inspires.

Fitful Fearful Phantasmal


I don’t really do poetry, I don’t read much of it, I seldom write it, and if I am honest, I have never really got it as a whole. Wordsworth may have wandered lonely as a cloud, but I always suspected that’s because no one wanted to hang around with him and listen to his accursed poetry. Fitful Fearful Phantasmal is full of poetry, all of it I find weirdly beautiful…  (there also a lot of other stuff as well, that’s is well worth reading.)

Odd Mad Land


Stephen King, whom I have been known to quote often, says: To be a writer you must do two things, write a lot, and read a lot. Odd Mad Land is a little online publisher of short speculative fiction. The stories tend to be very dark, very well written, and as such always worth an indulgent lunch hour on a slow afternoon at work… And I love to read short fiction…  There is a lot of the macabre, the strange and the odd here in this mad land, which probably explains the name of the site…  (if I have a quibble, its that they never say whom the author is…)

The Wytching hour


I tend towards long sprawling posts as you may have noticed. I also tend to read a lot of long spawlings posts, and on occasion when I review things they tend to have long sprawling reviews. This horror loving librarian writes reviews of movies and books I have often never heard of before which are short concise and yet invariably insightful and interesting. Which makes it a touchstone for finding new things to watch and read. There is much more than just reviews to be found in these woods, however, so well worth a wonder. (I actually realised I don’t follow this one, I  just keep stumbling across it, so rectified that )


That I am sure is enough homework to give everyone for now. I’ll do another list of sites to visit at some point. Happy wandering through the strange world of blogs to you all. (and feel free to suggest any other blogs you think I may be interested in,  in the comments if you wish)


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The Horror At Red Hook: The Complete Lovecraftian #42

It was back in the 80’s when I first came across the literary universe of H.P Lovecraft, and I came across in it a way that many people fo my generation did, in the form of the Call of Cthulhu Role Playing Game. To be more specific, I first encounter with Lovecraft was in an RPG magazine called ‘Imagine’, and took the form of a game scenario inspired by one of his stories. I could not tell you which story, in particular, inspired it, as I can’t remember a great deal about it. I can just remember reading the scenario and thinking it all sounded both bizarre and wonderfully interesting. It was also completely at odds with the majority of 80’s RPG fodder. Whatever Call of Cthulhu was, it was certainly not Dungeons and Dragons, Runequest or Travellers which were the big three RPG’s at the time. This was a game of investigation, madness, dark atmosphere and a lurking sense of doom. It was in a word, different. Which is I suspect why CoC is still incredibly popular today when so many DnD clones have fallen by the wayside. CoC is also responsible in part for the resurgence of interest in old tentacle hugger in the last thirty years. So indirectly responsible for this series of blog posts.


Which leads me to the subject of this instalment ‘The Horror at Red Hook‘, because if ever a Lovecraft story read like the background to a CoC scenario its this one. Which is also probably why it has been used for several over the years. It is quintessentially everything you could desire as a CoC player. A mystery set among the dank, dark streets of the Red Hook district of New York in 1920’s. A place ‘more people enter … than leave it on the landward side’.  A mysterious cult practising ancient rites in the cellars of dilapidated brownstone’s. Kidnappings and disappearances, an eccentric scholar, delving into old tomes and mixing with criminals and gangs. A police detective with a hobbyist’s enthusiasm for the occult investigating. Events moving towards a climax, with tantalising hints of dark secrets. An innocent draw into this world unknowingly as a sacrifice. Madness, dark events and the brooding suspension that despite all the events, in the end:-

… Red Hook—it is always the same. Suydam came and went; a terror gathered and faded; but the evil spirit of darkness and squalor broods on amongst the mongrels in the old brick houses, and prowling bands still parade on unknown errands past windows where lights and twisted faces unaccountably appear and disappear. Age-old horror is a hydra with a thousand heads, and the cults of darkness are rooted in blasphemies deeper than the well of Democritus. The soul of the beast is omnipresent and triumphant, and Red Hook’s legions of blear-eyed, pockmarked youths still chant and curse and howl as they file from abyss to abyss, none knows whence or whither, pushed on by blind laws of biology which they may never understand. As of old, more people enter Red Hook than leave it on the landward side, and there are already rumours of new canals running underground to certain centres of traffic in liquor and less mentionable things.

As a story, this tale has its detractors, quite a lot of them in fact. Not least of which is the old tentacle hugger himself, various critics say of ‘The Horror at Red Hook‘…

‘rather long and rambling, and I don’t think it is very good’ ~ H.P Lovecraft

“a piece of literary vitriol” ~ Lin Carter

“horrendously bad” ~ ST Joshi

But then Lovecraft and the rest of these critics never played Call of Cthulhu… So this may be the reason their views are not reflected by my own, and indeed the opinion of many others who came to Lovecraft through CoC I suspect because this tale is exactly what you would expect to find in almost every CoC scenario. Which is also something of a problem, however, because what makes for a good game scenario does not necessarily make for a good story. Yet ‘The Horror at Red Hook’ managed to be just that. A well-paced yarn that doesn’t dwell too long on any aspect of itself. It suffers from none of the problems of the last story I reviewed ‘The Shunned House’. It moves on at a steady but informed pace that lays the story out before in its entirety without ever languishing in excessive exposition. You can read between the lines to add your own ideas to the mix, but the story works. Which puts me at odds with the critics once more, but at least in a positive way this time.

The more damning criticism is probably that of  Peter Cannon who says of it…

“racism makes a poor premise for a horror story.”

Which is an unfortunately very valid point. There isn’t even an argument I put up against that view, and I wouldn’t even if I could think of one. Lovecraft was, as we know, a man whose racial politics were rooted firmly to the right, in an ear when the right was a fair step further to the right than in the modern era. I can forgive him generally as a reader, as I take the view he is a writer from a different time and social politics were very different. His views, abhorrent though they are, were far closer to the mainstream in the 1920’s, so he is a reflection of the times he grew up and was educated in. Despite the opinions held by some people when they discuss Lovecraft, his writings do not (for me)  stand out as any more racist or misogynist than the majority of writers of his era, at least most of the time. That said though some tales are nastier than others in this regard, and there is indeed much that can make the modern reader cringe uncomfortably about ‘The Horror at Red Hook’. A word or two here and there, the choice of description, his use illegal immigrants as the basis of his cult… Let’s just say this Lovecraft story would be popular in the Trump White House if the residents were inclined to read…

It is also noticeable that Lovecraft lived in New York when he wrote this story, which was also the inspiration for the next tale in this series ‘He’ which was written around the same time. He was not fond of the city because, as he stated in a letter to C.A Smith talking of his inspiration for this story,  of the…

‘herds of evil-looking foreigners that one sees everywhere in New York’

Which is about as openly xenophobic as its possible to be. While the illegal immigrants he uses as the backbone of his cult in the story as stated as having been ‘rightly turned back at Elis Island’ and it doesn’t get much better in this regard going forward. But if you can get past the racist elements of the story, it’s a cracking tale. Certainly as an idea it of itself it has a lot of legs, and some of the imagery towards around the scenes in the improvised temple below the Red Hook streets witnessed by Thomas Malone the ‘hero’ of the tale are astounding, there is much to love about this…

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There is also much that could be made from the core idea of ancient cults still existing beneath the radar of society, strange rites being practised and encouraged by an antiquarian in search of ancient powers, it has echoes in more contemporary works like ‘The Wicker Man’. Its far from a unique idea in Lovecraft either, it is the basis of the plot for ‘The Festival‘ for a start… but this is one of the best examples of the idea in his work. It is also the kind of Lovecraft which most inspired the RPG version of his universe. The investigator slowly being drawn down into a world much dark and more terrifying than they ever imagined from the mundane facts they started with. Evil laying underneath society waiting to consume you should you misstep. Harbouring the knowledge that there is more going on than you can perceive and the darkness hold madness if you look too closely… it’s enough to make me reach for my dice…


So as you may have gathered from that, I like this story quite a lot. Even if old Tentacle hugger disagreed with my opinion. So I don’t really wnat to explain too much of the story, its one I would encourage you to read, which you can here…  It loses a point for the racism and comes with a definite warning about it, but it still gets five out of six little suckers covered tentacle from me. Enjoy, but be warned, what awaits you, waits for you in the darkness below the streets…

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As ever Further Lovecraftian witterings await you here

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Nyarlathotep – a strange convergence

‘And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt.’

It may be a sign that the end of times is upon us. Or perhaps just a sign that some people believe it is so. Or a sign of a strange convergence, that the stars are right, or becoming so. Or just one of those things that strikes me as odd yet is utterly benign in nature and just an odd little twist of coincidence. More likely still it is none of these things, but in the darker echelons of my mind it strikes me as vaguely sinister and amuses me at the same time.
You’re probably wondering at this point what I am going on about… perhaps I should explain.


Recently, in its wisdom, WordPress informed me that I had posted 200 posts. Which in itself is not entirely correct, because a fair number of posts available on this blog were actually ported over from my old Blogger blog, but all the same was still a bit of a milestone. As such, I thought it would be a good time to ‘audit’ my blog, for want of another word. I don’t generally pay all that much attention to the statistics the blog generates, beyond a vague interest in how many views a new post gets in the first couple of days and the overall stats for the month. Vague interest being the word, no part of this blog is commercialised, the number of hits is not significant, I care far more that those who do read it enjoy it, than the I do about the footfall it generates, and I write what I want to write here, rather than try and produce clickbait. I abhor clickbait sites almost as much as I find myself enjoying the odd wander through them …  As such I don’t really look that closely at the stats, but there is a degree of wisdom in look at which posts prove to be the most popular all the same.

Which brings me back to Nyarlathotep… With the exception of a couple posts that for one reason or another generated a huge footfall at the time, it the one post is consistently being read. Nyarlathotep, the harbinger of the old gods, he who appeared at the beginning of the end of times and…

…prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and that in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which shewed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not…

It strikes me as odd… and slightly worrying, that of all the posts on this blog, which I will admit has a fair degree of Lovecraft, but let’s not dwell on that, of all the post on this blog it is Nyarlathotep which draws the crowds in these latter days of the Facebook, Instagram, twitter generation… I mean, Nyarlathotep is not a name you type into google by accident now is it? Not unless you drunk enough to collapse on your keyboard and roll your face around a while. Or perhaps if your cat walks across the keyboard… No Nyarlathotep takes some typing… You have to actually seek out Nyarlathotep, you don’t just stumble over it with a typo…

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.

Yet here he is, drawing in a crowd of the virtual kind. He who is the harbinger. He who talks of the end of times and preseeds them. And I get hits on that one page from all over the world. So, by extension, people all over the world are thinking of the end of times, and Lovecraft’s dark Pharaoh. Of all the click bait I could have generated, of all the impact I could have on the virtual world, it is this post, Nyarlathotep: The complete Lovecraftian #24 that sparks interest. Which draws people in with a darkly bizarre fascination…  A post about a dark stranger issuing in madness and the end of all. If you think about that for a moment, its a little worrying…


Or of course I drank too much coffee yesterday and I was just staring up at the ceiling half the night half imagining the dark terrors that lurked within the shadows while my mind wandered about with, to be frank, a mind of its own… And I decided to write this as an experiment to see if saying Nyarlathotep enough times would magically draw people in… but that would be incredibly cynical of me if that was the case, and I really do find the whole attraction to Nyarlathotep very very strange…

On a side note… If you’re interested the all-time most popular posts in regards to this blog were NaNoWriMo: Or how to first draft… and That Offensive Word… the latter of which proves that click baiting works (not that I set out to write it as clickbait at the time)  because it has a picture of The Hound from GOT and is about the use of swear words and basically offensive language in literature. The Hound was just the perfect character to illustrate the point I was trying to make. Having that picture and a tagline ‘That Offensive Word’ created a surge of traffic. But as I am not interested in producing clickbait as such, I won’t be learning any lessons from that 🙂

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The Shunned House: The Complete Lovecraftian #41

I know, I know, I am fully aware, yer thanks for pointing that out… Yes, I did say last time I was back on the horse, and the Lovecraftian side of this blog would be back on track, after the hiatus caused mostly by this story when I first read it for this post back in December… But then I had to read this story again before I wrote this and.. Arrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yes, to quote a different author entirely …

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Reading ‘The Shunned House’ however, makes me want to do so…

Normally I go to great lengths explaining what I think about a story, or what the story brings to mind. I try to examine the text and come up with exciting things to say. Or at least, things to say I find interesting about it. Here in I have a problem, because I find nothing interesting at all about ‘The Shunned House’. That this frails against some popular opinions, among them, fellow author Robert Weinberg’s. He described “The Shunned House” as:

“one of Lovecraft’s best short novels”

It’s not, at least in my opinion, it’s not even the best of the worst of his ‘short novels’. It is a dreadfully long ponderous tale which would work perfectly fine as a short story. About a thousand words, maybe two thousand words at the most would have been enough. The reason I say this is because ninety percent of this tale is exposition. Long maladroit exposition on the history of a haunted house, because in essence, this is a ‘haunt’ tale. So that ninety percent exposition could have been removed and replaced with:

The house had a long dark history of strange occurrences, unexplained deaths and madness in the night…

I am not saying that it would be better for doing so, but believe me when I say I would have sooner read that line followed by the final events and a little background on the characters involved than trawl my way through the agonisingly slow, dry to the point of arid, relentless and glacial crawl, that is the rest of the story.

This was apparently going to be Lovecraft’s first actual printed book, rather than just be published in a magazine. Some 250 copies were printed, then never bound and never sold. My suspicion is whoever was funding this venture actually got around to reading it sometime between the printing and the binding then decided to cut their losses.

Lovecraft has a habit of writing a lot of exposition. Indeed its sometimes works in his favour, building character and a bit of depth to the story. ‘The Rats in the Walls‘ is a fine example of this. But here he goes so much further into infinitesimal details that bring nothing to the story. Even that would not be a problem if the exposition itself weren’t just so terminally dull. It just drones on like a slightly turbid uncle at a family gathering telling you about his foot fungus for several hours, while you really want to go talk to your second cousin thrice removed over at the bar who seems at least to have some life about her. Even if the best thing you can say about her is she is unlikely to have a three-hour story about her foot fungus she feels the need to tell you.

So, look at it like this, if your a completist with a masochistic streak determined to read them all then fine. Read ‘The Shunned House’ and don’t say I did not warn you.  It may just be my opinion, but it’s also noticeable that there are no Scandinavian Death metal bands called ‘The Shunned House’. No band under another name has recorded an album called ‘The Shunned House’, there is no low budget short movie made by fans of the story. There is no comic strip, no interesting artwork, no new genre or significant writer that I can find that has ever been inspired by this story, and I looked in the vain hope fo something to say about it other than,

‘Festering old ones that spell doom to humanity it’s dull!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

So there you have it, it gets one solitary, and frankly ill-deserved tentacle.

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Its only one because unlike Sweet Ermengarde it is actually a horror story. Though ‘Sweet Ermengarde‘ is a far better read than this. So I also have to amend the picture below form the main Lovecraftian page…

Unless you’re reading The Shunned House


Which says it all…


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Odd Moments Of Wonderfulness…

We all need the odd moment of wonderfulness to brighten our days. Sometimes it’s a geeky little meme that just makes us smile or a quote from a favourite author that amuses us. On a rainy Tuesday after a rainy (and snowy) easter bank holiday, back at work, little things that make you smile are even more important. As is the general niceness of people. It’s too easy to forget when you listen to the new on your way to work or have to deal with a few crappy work emails that had hung over from the long weekend when you got in, that people are, in general, actually nice.

As an aside, I seldom use the word nice. As words go, I find it too twee and undescriptive. But sometimes its just the right word, and the world is actually full of nice people, it just that we mostly hear about, or from, the few that aren’t. It helps in the darker days to remember that I find…  And occasionally people go out of their way to remind you of this fact. ‘Bless their little socks of cotton…’ to quote the font of all wisdom (my mother has some odd sayings.)

So first there is this little picture of joyous geekiness which only fans of the ‘Evil Dead’ movies will probably get, but made me smile this morning when it appeared on my faceache feed…


Then there was this piece of Dark Legacy, World of Warcraft inspired joy that just made me laugh in my tea-break. http://darklegacycomics.com/623 You probably have to play the game to get all the context, but I think anyone can appreciate the idea of silly superstitions, that you stick to because they actually work, if for no other reason than the universe has a sense of humour…


Then there is this little piece of joy (reproduced here from Jennie Breeden’s http://thedevilspanties.com/archives/12410 ) I’ve been a big fan of Jennie’s humorous and occasionally oddly slanted slices of life for some time…


Then there are the things, which webcomics and humorous memes aside, actually matter. Things that may you smile and give you little moments of joy. Like logging on last night and going across to Amazon and finding two new reviews have appeared in the last few days for Cider Lane. Excellent reviews from people who have really enjoyed the novel, who left a review for no reason other than they enjoyed the book. If that doesn’t make a writer smile I don’t know what will…

First, there is this nice little one I noticed a few days back…

on 17 March 2018
A fantastic story, I found it had a great flow and pace to it. I could picture every scene perfectly, very descriptive. I really enjoyed this book


Then last night I stumbled on this one, which fair took my breath away…

on 2 April 2018

Right from the first chapter I got hooked into this novel and from there on in I didn’t want to stop reading.

A horrific car accident sets the scene as a vivid introduction to the main character of Susanna, where the writing is such that the reader’s sympathy is with her right from the start and we learn about her internal struggles stemming from the past and her overwhelming need for withdrawal in the present. We are then introduced, in a separate thread, to misfit traveller Colin, with his own history of personal conflict and mental health problems. Both characters are destined to meet and perhaps help heal one another, and the journey we are taken on to that meeting is delicately handled as their storylines are woven together beautifully and sensitively. It’s a great plot with a totally believable romantic relationship developing which keeps you guessing as to where it will end. The only thing wrong with this novel is that it had to come to an end at all.

Highly original characters, great setting and storyline – a must read!

As Lynne is a regular reader of the collected witterings I lay claim to being a Blog, the main reason for this particular post was just to say thank you, Lynne, for taking the time to write a review.
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Lynne is also a writer and artist whose own blog is an often insightful read, so when you have finished read my inane witterings, and want something more inspirational and intelligent to fest your eyes upon take the opportunity to pop over there some time… https://lynnefisher.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/creative-vision-and-end-product/ 
The links to a couple of mildly ecliptic webcomics are just distractions from that, so it doesn’t seem I am just blatantly doing a bit of self-promotion, and because the world as a whole needs to read more of Jennie Breeden, Devils Panties (it’s not satanic porn)  and Keydar Dark Legacy…
And, because the world is actually a nice place… Even on a rainy April 2nd…
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