Never have we been more connected
Never have we been so alone
So, about that short story…
I started writing the idea back in December 2016 while I was passing through Kansai International Airport. I was just starting my winter vacation and was thinking about cracking on with Glade. Unfortunately, those good intentions got lost in transit and ended up somewhere else entirely (apparently, they ended up on an island passing the time playing cards with a Lost and confused manuscript). They have since returned to the wardrobe I tentatively call ‘home’, having stowed away on a passing cargo ship before hitching a ride back up to Osaka and making themselves a cup of tea.
So, while my good intentions and I parted ways, I found myself stumbling upon an idea whilst making my way through the airport. One thing led to another and I ended up with a short story.
The story is called 01134.
LIFE IS SOMETIMES THAT PHONE CALL
YOU WISH YOU HAD NEVER GOT.
THAT TRAIN YOU WISH YOU HAD MISSED.
THAT PERSON YOU WISH YOU HAD NEVER MET.
SOMETIMES WE TAKE A WRONG TURN. WE LOSE OUR WAY.
WE SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS.
SOMETIMES IT’S OUR FAULT. SOMETIMES IT’S NOT.
SOMETIMES WE ARE NUDGED, OTHER TIMES WE
ARE PUSHED, SCREAMING INTO THAT EMPTY ABYSS.
SOMETIMES WE JUST CLOSE OUR EYES AND FALL.
FOR TATSUYA, IT MAY ALREADY BE TOO LATE…
I know. It has been an age since I actually posted anything. Work gets in the way and the little time that I do manage to scrape together I generally use for writing rather than updating. For what use is updating if I’m not writing anything to update about?
In this instance, however, I thought I’d provide a little insight into how I’ve managed to carve out a regular slot of time in order to at least get some writing done when all hope seems to be lost.
Back in 2016, I fought a running battle on two fronts with life and work being the opposition. Time was the battlefield and it was touch and go as to which would control the field. As I write this, it remains in a state of flux.
I did, however, find a way to fortify the hard-won ground that I had bloodied myself upon. The answer came in the form of creating a Meetup group. Continue reading
In October, I never got around to releasing the playlist I used whilst writing ‘Cinder’. So, here it is… not exactly seasonal, although, with a glass of mulled wine, a log fire, and a room of candles… it does work.
Actually, the playlist has been public for a couple of months, so maybe you already stumbled upon it. Nah, probably not.
It’s a small playlist. Only 21 tracks. Some of the tracks I also listened to whilst writing ‘A Bump in the Night’. It’s a little ‘darker’ than that playlist, though.
It’s always hard to say which track got more play time. Once again, ‘The Cure’ feature a lot. I’m also rather fond of ‘Cranes’. Alison Shaw’s voice is deliciously haunting. If I could eat it, I probably would. There are one or two tracks that might seem out of place, but they just seemed to appeal at different times during the writing. Memories can be like that. The last track, ‘Mr Self Destruct’ by NIN, was one that I had in mind before I even added it to the playlist.
As always, the videos below were chosen purely for their sound and not for any other reason (or because I couldn’t find another).
So, for those of you tired of listening to carols, have a listen to this selection before retiring for the night… oh, and pleasant dreams!
- Three Imaginary Boys – The Cure
- New Dawn Fades – Joy Division
- How Beautiful You Are – The Cure
- Where Fishes Go – Live
- Speak No Evil – Cocteau Twins
- Cold – The Cure
- In The Flat Field – Bauhaus
- Hot Ride – The Prodigy (ft. Juliette Lewis)
- Golgotha Tenement Blues – Machines of Loving Grace
- The River – Nymphs
- From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea – The Cure
- Lillies – Cranes
- Night Shift – Siouxsie & the Banshees
- Mi – Theatre of Tragedy re
- Bela Lugosi’s Dead – Bauhaus
- The Figurehead – The Cure
- Alice – The Sisters of Mercy
- Come This Far – Cranes
- No Time To Cry – The Sisters of Mercy
- Kitty’s Dead – Seraphim Shock
- Mr Self Destruct – Nine Inch Nails