A SILVER MEDAL = The Perfect Stocking Stuffer =)
Got a lovely surprise in the post today -- a silver medal for my debut from the 2015 Moonbeam Children's Book Awards!!!
POETRY CORNER: 'Whispers...'
To celebrate the 100th blog entry, I'm re-posting a short poem scribbled on FB last week, based on a strange night driving 'round my adopted jungle home...
PATTERNS = Memos from the Muse
In my creative and my personal life, I see patterns. Something as seemingly random as a rush hour commute with all-green-light intersections takes on prophetic business meaning...
I was contracted for text/dialogue creation, cinematic scripts, and ongoing narrative design consultation for this Vancouver studio's diverse mobile game slate. Titles include action/sci-fi (WARHAMMER: Carnage), niche/casual (Trophy Bingo), and a celebrated global music/entertainment IP. (IRON MAIDEN: Legacy of the Beast)
Vulnerability = The Key
After the annual silent retreat, I can't help but feel sensitive. Intensely aware. Exposed, even... And this is a GOOD thing.
On Napster, the Creative Class, and the Future of FREE...
I was catching up on eps of Silicon Valley the other day. I love the show. My tech and venture capital pals assure me that the portrayal is pretty much an accurate one. And, as I watched the latest, I was reminded of something I used to ponder often. Specifically, when the douchey, monied bro' below spouted the following: 'I put Radio...on the Internet.'
READY? AIM! BRAIN BULLETS FIRED!
If you've written a cool story, chances are that it's chock full of interesting ideas. Pithy observations. Humorous tangents. Snappy dialogue. The whole damn gamut. And if these snippets are crisp enough, while still maintaining the core brand message with a complementary image?
BOOK UPDATE: WHISPERS FROM THE PAGE...
CASE STUDY: Of Games and (going with your) Guts
Unless I became independently wealthy, married rich, or finally donned the crimson robes, 'Service Work' was going to be an ongoing necessity. But never again would I take a gig out of desperation, no matter how shiny it seemed. I could only do it if it felt right. Because whenever I've attempted otherwise? It's always been a case of courting DISASTER...