Tuesday, 22 December 2009

"Evacuate? In Our Moment of Triumph?"

That's it, I'm going dark. Jacking out. Dropping off the grid.

All being well, I'll be back online with a new house and a different ISP in early January. In the meantime, if you can accept such a blazingly incongruous sentiment from a reason-loving, godless atheist, I wish you and yours the Swayze-est of Non-Specific Winter Seasonal Events.



Catch you on the flip-side...

Sunday, 20 December 2009

"I Like to Keep This Handy For Close Encounters..."

Y'know, if you're anything like me you've probably lost count of the times you've missed your chance to blast a guy in the belly with a shotgun because it was too much damn trouble to get out of bed...

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Catch the Digital Disease on PSN - UPDATED!


It's here...

Also, I've just received word from Lee Hadfield, of the Frugal Gaming website and podcast, that the interviews Nic and I did with him about Insomnia's digital comics have now gone live.

Feel free to check those out.

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Approaching Zero

In the last few digits of my countdown toward finally moving out of London, I find myself thinking a lot about The Ragged Man.

This is a story whose roots are inextricably tangled around my life in this city. It's virtually impossible, from my vantage point, to speculate on how apparent that will be to a reader who doesn't know me, but the fact of the matter is that it couldn't have been written in any other place or at any other time. The Ragged Man is my interpretation of London itself, the best and worst of it at once - and whatever else he may be, he is absolutely, inescapably his own worst enemy. He's probably yours, too.

Now someone's finally got him on paper. I take no further responsibility for him and the damage he will do. He's out of my head and he's out of my hands and he's your problem from now on.

Have fun with that in 2010. In the meantime, here's the first sequential preview from the jaw-flooring team of Neil Van Antwerpen and Peter-David Douglas. Just remember, when the time comes: they're the innocents in all this. If they'd known what they were letting us all in for, they would have run a mile from this deranged, suicidal monster of a book.

Friday, 4 December 2009

Going Meta...

So, I find myself in the delightful position of writing a blog post about why I'm going to be writing fewer blog posts in the upcoming weeks. This end of the year is always a mad flurry of hitting deadlines, chasing invoices and so forth, but this time I've got the added complication of putting my entire world into a series of neatly stacked and carefully labelled boxes in preparation for a still-unconfirmed-but-could-be-any-time-now moving date.

I've said my goodbyes to London in the form of The Ragged Man. Now she and I are in that awkward period where I've already got my coat on and I've stepped out onto the porch, only to find that my taxi hasn't arrived yet and we both now face an indeterminate period of nervous throat-clearing and embarrassed half-smiles before I finally leave.

Also, I'm almost proud to discover how undomesticated I still apparently am. I've never even defrosted a fridge before, so that ought to be an adventure in itself. In a few short weeks I'll be learning to put up shelves and hang curtains, and I can't help feeling that a vital part of my essential self will die in the process.

Hot on the heels of long-time friend, Pete Darby's psychological S&M vigilante thriller,The Gimp comes news of Martin Fisher's upcoming Battle Amongst the Stars. I first met Martin several years ago at a convention, and he's recently landed a deal for a prequel comic to Roger Corman's classic Magnificent-Seven-In-Space movie, Battle Beyond the Stars. Martin pursued this project with the patience of a saint and single-minded ferocity of a frenzied shark, so it's unbelievably cool to see it all pay off. Congratulations are most assuredly due.

So, other than all that, all I wanted to say was that my posting schedule is likely to be a bit patchy this side of the New Year.

Catch you on the flip-side.
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