"One of the surest tests [of the superiority or inferiority of a poet] is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion."

-T.S.Elliot

Let's all be good thieves together.
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Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Still Alive

I honestly thought I'd have something to share with people sooner but I got distracted when my prepaid games came in, Fable II and Gears of War 2 eat time like Mr Creosote at an all you can eat buffet.

Anyway I have a couple of ideas brewing around in my head that I want to try and set down. These include a cat having to deal with vampire mice, a Mythos inspired tale of madness, and one or two rewrites of the basic ideas behind Nicky Pacione's terrible, terrible stories. I just have to be able to sit down and write without feeling the need to erase the document after the first sentence and take up alligator dentistry instead.
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