mjhearle

Month: September, 2011

Why stop at a trilogy?

Coming up with material for this blog isn’t always easy. There’s only so much I have to say on the topic of writing (some might suggest I didn’t have that much to begin with) and occasionally I feel like I’m draining the dregs of my admittedly shallow reservoir of knowledge. Which is why, Welcome Reader, I love receiving questions in the comments section. Not only do they offer a chance for a bit of dialogue but they also serve as much needed grist for the blog mill. Read the rest of this entry »

Scribbler’s Blues

Writers are sensitive creatures.

Maybe not burst-into-tears-at-the-mere-mention-of-Steel Magnolias sensitive, but probably more touchy-feely than your average stockbroker or brickie’s labourer (I was a brickie’s labourer once – albeit for an extremely short time – however, I suspect I was the exception that proves the rule). We have to be sensitive to do our job. Not just sensitive –big fat wusses, in fact, unafraid to indulge any and all emotions, fearlessly exploring every impulse and analysing every reaction. After all, how can we truthfully describe the interior landscapes of our fictional characters if we’re unfamiliar with our own?  Read the rest of this entry »

YOU GIVE = WE GIVE

Hello Welcome Readers,

Just a quick note this afternoon, to draw your attention to a charity initiative hosted by a trio of dedicated bloggers, all who have been a big support to me and Winter’s Shadow. Jess from She Known As Jess BlogSpot, Brodie from Eleusinian Mysteries, and Rachel from The Rest Is Still Unwritten have taken it upon themselves to organise a book giveaway for Christmas called ‘You Give = We Give’. They’re asking readers to donate books to help those in need, and in return are offering the chance to win some great prizes. It’s a wonderful idea and I’m honoured to have been asked to participate.

Please click on the below logo to find out more details.

Cheers,
M. J.

The Curse of Steve Jobs

I have an enemy.

It is one, but many. Legion. I’ve watched this enemy systematically possess and corrupt my loved ones. It is a foul tempter; a purveyor of empty delights.

Behold, my enemy’s face! Read the rest of this entry »

Garlic and Crucifixes

In my last post, I took the vampire – or more to the point the people who write about vampires – to task. The thrust of my argument was that the vampire has become overexposed to the point that it no longer possesses the ability to frighten or entrance anymore. Thanks to the Twilight fallout, our poor nightstalker has been relegated to little more than a boddice-ripper lust object. No doubt you’ve seen him – a pale faced fellow with amber eyes staring moodily from a thousand book jackets. Like Fabio, only less tanned and wearing a shirt. I suggested, as storytellers, we leave the vampire alone for a decade or so and explore other less popular supernatural mythologies. Give the Count some time to get his bite back. Read the rest of this entry »

De-fanged

I love vampires.

Honestly, I do. Ever since I discovered a certain Transylvanian Count under the section beginning with ‘D’ in my much cherished A-Z Movie Monster Book, I’ve been fascinated with the undead. Keep in mind, I was six at the time so this is a relationship that has spanned decades. Dracula, Blackula, Countess Bathory, Count Yorga, Barlow, Lestat, The Lost Boys, The Near Dark Boys, Jerry Dandrige, Angel, Spike, and even sullen Edward Cullen, have all been dear friends at different times in my life. Read the rest of this entry »