A Continuation…

I apologise as the link to my previous blog post was issued twice. This is unfortunately a problem with twitterfeed that seems to keep recurring. The feed posts both to my twitter (which then posts to my myspace) and my facebook pages so the link I posted was made irrelevant a couple of days later.

Anyway, as I said previously, I was making a series of pictures for my friends based on Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland. So here they are for your viewing pleasure:

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Don’t OverByte It. Spring.me, Twit, Or I’ll Facebook Your Mum’s Space

Good morning! You may have noticed that I’ve altered the blog layout a bit. Links are on their own separate page, as is a short about me section and a quick links section to my flash fiction. It took quite a while to get it all sorted into a pleasing fashion. I wanted to make sure that I had everything I needed added in whilst keeping the blog as clutter free as possible. That’s pretty hard to do when you want people to be able to share your blog in other places and keep all your links as well as have a list of recent comments & blogs that you read. I’m hoping that I’ve managed to achieve this. So answers on a postcard (or at the bottom of this post) if you think I have or if you can see improvements to be made.

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OverByte Coming To A Stop & Other Things

[ #OverByte ] I thought you might all like to see the two comics I provided for OverByte, an independent Game Maker magazine. The magazine has since been cancelled, but I’ll go into that after I post the two comics I created for it.

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We’ll Collect The Moments One By One

Andrew has made me a new book cover to go with the recently finished Secrets. It looks wonderful in my opinion. In fact, I think it’s my favourite of the covers that he’s made so far. It’s below if you want to see it. Feel free to comment on it here or go to my facebook page and give your say there.

Secrets is the third (as of yet unpublished) installation in my Jocasta Lizzbeth Moonshadow series. Andrew’s read it so I’ll let you read what he said about it:

“Secrets, the third instalment of the currently-unpublished (somehow) Jocasta Lizzbeth Moonshadow series, continues the storyline of Jocasta, a third-year at a magical high-school, her fellow pupils, her teachers and her enemies, as they set to wage war on each other. The book contains elements of romance, fantasy, horror, drama, and a fantastically written action scene towards the end which brings about the culmination of the aspects of the plot developed specially for this instalment (while furthering aspects such as relationships and other events seen throughout the series as a whole). It was by quite a way the most enjoyable instalment of the series yet, truly saying something considering how well I thought of its predecessors, and was a brilliant showcasing of its writer’s, Rebecca Clare Smith’s, talents.”

– Andrew S.R. McCluskey [Musings]
In other news, I heard my mother downstairs when I got up today. My mum is usually at work at that time. I’ve grown to recognise that whenever she comes home early from work it means that there is something very wrong. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that it frightens me a little bit. She suffers from depression which is brought on by stress at work… It worries me a lot. I don’t like the idea that my mum gets increasingly upset and stressed and can’t talk to me about it; though, I realise that’s unfair as I don’t talk to her about my problems. I have no need to; I know how she’d react to most of them. I just worry about her a lot. I don’t want her to fall apart again.
This is where my younger brother steps in to be his duly unhelpful and nasty self. We wanted to print some business cards off for her jewellery venture (I think this was more her trying to distract herself from how she was feeling) but, of course, the printer needs to be set up to the new network that we’re on. We are not the most electronically able pair. Ergo, we asked my brother to help. What did this produce? Nothing but abusive language, door slamming and my mother getting upset. One day, he and my eldest brother will both get a slap in the face and wake up from their selfish ways. 
(Lyrics in the title are from Mushaboom by Feist)