The Motivation of Anime.

A few minutes ago I finished watching the anime, Assassination Classroom. It was a thoroughly enjoyable show, but on a deeper level, it fulfilled a need within me to keep pushing for a better future.

For a show about a classroom of students attempting to kill their super powerful teacher before he can destroy the world, the show had a mix of action and humour, but also of self reflection. Some of the key themes of the show are about the uncertainty of the future, how much your past impacts that future, and how to take your strengths and flaws and use them to the best effect. Take away the flashy assassination backdrop and it is a simple coming of age story. Something we can all relate to. Continue reading

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Reflections on polerizing politics.

Yesterday an alt-right protest in America led to an act of terrorism where life was lost. Society is split between the two political spheres and the rift is widening by the day. Things need to change.

I have spoken out about the far left of politics several times over the last few years, calling out the ideologies of the hyper offended and perpetual victims. I have disagreed with branches of feminism and I have stood with freedom over feelings.

I have done all of this from my position as a left-wing liberal myself because I have always believed that we need to hold our own groups to account and work hardest to call out those who claim to hold similar sentiment while acting in a damaging manner. I have been vocal against the left because I belong to the left and don’t want to see it be warped into something I no longer recognise. Continue reading

Reminiscent Futures

Our lives extend out around us as a nexus of interconnecting paths of chance,

Shining golden threads leading off into unseen darkness like jellyfish in the ocean’s abyss.

A million unknown directions and encounters, each a siren singing us to an eventual demise.

Some we see with dread, others we paint as opulent images of bliss,

Grasping for the right threads to cling to as we drag ourselves from present to future,

Over a concurrent chain of neglected days that pass away beneath our calloused notice.

Dreaming of the future like a precious childhood memory,

Even as we twin these thoughts with past nostalgia that never was.

Always we flee blindly from the cliff ledge of death,

Yet are keenly aware of its creeping presence as the void erodes the earth.

Final, inevitable, it follows at our heels and awaits us at our destination,

But we continue to run, some thrashing with life while others are numb,

Chasing a tomorrow that never arrives,

Or a dream that never dies…

Editing your story.

I am bad at editing. I don’t plan my stories and find that I don’t like rereading my own work. The story is only ever fresh to me in that brief moment between conception and preservation, between the initial idea and its translation to the page. Because of this I find the process of going through the work after the fact so much more difficult. Growing a story without clear structure is all fair and good but it is easy to create plot-holes while an excited flurry of wring leaves you prone to typos.

As such, while editing is often dry, demoralising and not remotely creative, it is a vital thing that all writers need to be able to do well. Being bad at it, I have spent a lot of time learning how to get better, some of it by proactively going and reading advice from other writers and editors, others by doing the wrong things and learning from my mistakes. I am still far, far from perfect but since I am in the editing phase myself at the moment, I felt that it might be worth presenting what I have learned for others in my position. Continue reading

Update!

It has been a while. Okay. Quick update for you wonderful people. Where to begin…

A good place to start would be to talk about schedules. From here on out I will be posting an article every Wednesday to this website. I will be posting an article to my gaming focused website: Pixel Fang Gaming every Friday too. Oh, and I am attempting to stream on Twitch Tuesdays and Thursdays at 9pm UK time (search for FireWolfFred). Continue reading

In Death’s Shadow – 1st Chapter (2017)

It has been over a year since I first posted an extract of my current story. In that time I have learned a lot about editing and actually pushed to get reader feedback so now have a far more polished version of the story. This polishing isn’t fully finished yet but I figured that I would show how far the story has come by posting the 1st chapter of its current draft.

The original version can be found here.

Once again, any feedback is welcome. Enjoy.


Chapter 1

A dark shape flew through heavy clouds far above Abernethy Forest. In a land of ancient myths such as Scotland, where mountains vie with dark forests while snow and cold winds dominate the rugged landscape, it was all too easy to see contorted faces staring down from the icy heavens. The shape disappeared into the churning clouds before erupting out from the silently screaming mouth of an angry god to swoop down low above the treetops. Leathery wings glided serenely for several seconds then lunged into the greenery to vanish from sight completely.

A short distance from here was a large wooden building known as Aife’s Lodge. It had once been a private manor house but had been converted into a hotel in recent years. Fitting with its remote location it was the kind of place where people went to escape society completely.

The clouds parted just enough to reveal the moon through the black veiled sky. A warped howl echoed through the snowy night. Nobody heard it over the festivities though. It was just before midnight on New Year’s Eve and the few guests of Aife’s Lodge had forgone seclusion and gathered together in the main hall to celebrate. A stone fireplace dominated one wall while numerous stuffed animals showcased the local fauna. Long dead deer and wildcats seemed almost alive in the flickering light. The guests mingled awkwardly in groups of two or three, the conversations gradually becoming less passive as the alcohol flowed. Continue reading

The Monty Oum Project

Today marks the two years anniversary of the passing of a man that inspired thousands across the world. Many such people die each year, and this particular man is considered unknown except in certain circles, but what his life represented is something that needs to be spread.

Monty Oum died at only 33 but in the brief years that he had he spent his time creating. Creating art, costumes, animations, characters and worlds. It didn’t matter what he was creating, only that he was creating. He spread joy through his work and was a constant inspiration to others to do the same. Monty is no longer with us but his work lives on and that creative seed that he planted within the hearts of his fans continue to live on and grow, spreading seeds of their own so that the ripples never end.

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And this is what brings me to write this post. To commemorate Monty’s death, the community created the The Monty Oum Project. The aims of this are simple, to encourage people of all walks of life to start a creative project that they have perhaps always wanted to do but never found the time or motivation for. Start that story that you have always wanted to tell. Create the art that is always at the back of you mind. Learn a new skill that you’ve always wanted. Do anything. Life is too short to lock our dreams away to wither and die. Not only does it make us unhappy but it is through our creativity that we spread joy through the world and truly live forever.

This time next year, any of us could no longer be here. Don’t let the opportunity that we call life go to waste.

The Project is set for Saturday the 4th of February. Please feel free to take part. And remember: Keep moving forward.

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