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086: we have cats.
October 31, 2018
Hullo. I'd say Happy Goth Christmas except my coven decided Goth Christmas is actually Christmas Eve, because on Christmas Eve 1764 The Castle of Otranto was...
085: in terms of artistic reach, I was basically a T-Rex
October 17, 2018
Hullo. I had so much stuff I wanted to get in this one I had to push some it to next, as otherwise none of you are going to read it, right? I mean, I barely...
084: moisture-wicking
October 10, 2018
Hullo. Back from New York. Obviously jetlagged. That's this week's excuse for typos, even though my x-key is still unfixed. The process to fix it has...
083: Project Boombastic
October 3, 2018
Hullo. I'm writing this on my flight for New York Comic Con, and I'm resisting the urge of posting it from here on the plane's wi-fi, if only because the...
082: Vampire Jump Game
September 26, 2018
Hullo. The thing which most efficiently describes how excellent Thought Bubble was is that I'm still tired from Thought Bubble. Contents! Catholic Apple...
081: an ideal Christmas Present and/or murder weapon.
September 19, 2018
Hullo. Everyone is talking about Batman's dong on twitter, but I keep on thinking about how much more dong Kris Anka provided in the WicDiv Christmas annual....
080: Spangly New Thing
September 12, 2018
Hullo. Part of me is tempted to just move the Spangly New Thing name to the latest project, and have whatever is my next book always known as Spangly New...
079: I give you humanity
September 6, 2018
Hullo. After last time's sprawl, this one is a little bit Just The Facts, if only because the next one is inevitably going to Go On A Bit with the likely...
078: “First It” and “Second It.”
August 29, 2018
Hullo. No books out this week. Just chat. Sit down. Have a biscuit. No, wait, that was the last biscuit. How dare you! We must fight. Contents! Once more...
077: nowt but a mass of insecurities with pop-songs as sticking plasters
August 23, 2018
I really should start writing these newsletters earlier in the day, when my brain is still mostly working, but it seems never to happen. Will there be a typo...
076: self-inflicted
August 16, 2018
Hullo. Arethea Franklin was just announced having died, and I tweeted: "I can't say anything to capture Aretha Franklin's greatness that isn't explained...
075: you are our pop Aslan.
August 1, 2018
Hullo. Music crushes these week is Imarhan's Tumast and Idles' Samartians. The latter is one of the best songs about toxic masculinity I've ever heard. I...
074: Her From Enchanted Meets Lovecraft
July 25, 2018
Hullo. I need to write this before cooking. In this case, a Simple Lamb Curry. When I am cooking, I always enter "Simple" into google before whatever thing I...
073: the power of ritual
July 18, 2018
Hullo. I started the last newsletter with first trying out Mitski's Nobody. I've been obsessively listening to it ever since, only alternating with Twilight...
072: plotted by a pack of drunk Labradors.
July 4, 2018
Hullo. I was going to write something serious here, but I just realised Mitski released a single last week, which has left me all excited. Join me! This is...
071: a comedy Kelvin trying to find absolute zero
June 27, 2018
Hullo. I forgot to say this last week, but I had several folk point out Olympia absolutely was released as a single. Thankfully Alex, the first, also gave me...
070: Lucifer as Nun
June 20, 2018
Hullo. It's me again. I had a brief break, for the dual reason of prioritisation (as in, I had nothing 100% essential to get out so other things took the...
069: a genre which left such deep roots and/or scars
May 31, 2018
Hullo. I'm writing this in a local coffee-shop drinking lemonade because I am such a rebel. Everyone is very impressed. Contents! Vegas Fairford Books &...
068: when is June?
May 23, 2018
Hullo. I like to think that every piece of writing poses a fundamental question that needs to be answered. This newsletter is an exploration of the question...
067: in the land of the feline elves, she was a hobbit.
May 17, 2018
Hullo. Today is very much the sort of day when I'm reminded of a bleak truth. I have a career not because of how I write when I want to write, but how you...
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