I've spent years making films in
edit suites, from linear to non-linear, and emerging from my
darkroom stinking of chemicals, or from my sound studio with a
soldering iron dripping molten mercury onto my arm. I liked the
physical process, but it had it's price. It never really occurred
to me that all this equipment cost money, took up space and needed
specialist storage (never put your master tapes in a damp garage) -
why wasn't I just using words? I didn't even need a computer!
So I started. And I got something published about Salamanders
(download it as a pdf here). So I wrote something more. This time about a
manatee. And that got published (actually it didn't but publish the
myth, I say). This section includes the published piece and also a
few other musings. I'm working on a larger writing project as we
speak, but I'm not supposed to mention it. Not that it's Fight Club
and I can't talk about it, but if I do talk about it, it might kill
it. You understand, right? You are a discerning cultured reader who
understands about the idiosyncrasies of writers and polymashers,
right?