“I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.” ~ Anaïs Nin
@michaelwalters.uk
Literary genre fiction. Based in North Yorkshire, UK. Website: https://www.michaelwalters.uk Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/michaelwaltersauthor The Complex: https://www.saltpublishing.com/products/the-complex-9781784631628
“I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.” ~ Anaïs Nin
The whole project.
[A woman dancing by Eadweard Muybridge]
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
~Madeleine L’Engle
Trying to be everyone I ever wanted.
Look at all of us. Ungartered, uncorseted, mad with freedom.
Got a cookery lesson as a gift. No clues as to what I’ll be cooking. Up for anything.
At the interchange station a crow is balancing along the tracks. Clumsy and confident all at once.
There's a tiny tiny 'the' on that poster!
Digital painting of a naked young woman. She is floating in the air, sitting on her broomstick. Behind the young woman are grey clouds
The Witch
#art #fantasy #darkart
International women’s day
Howl for every she-wolf who has not yet learnt to howl #InternationaWomensDay #RighteousAnger #Howl
I met an archive yesterday, in human form, eating and drinking and laughing like a normal person.
This moment and the unknowable future.
I know I'm old now because when someone asks how I'm doing I tell them the truth without mercy
My #LastFourWatched (been a funny week) 📽️
There were five hardy souls in mine. Looking forward to hearing what you made of it. Once I got over the tonal hump, I had a great time.
Off to see The Bride!
Yesterday at the cinema in the one and threes, watching the usual thing. Biff. Bang. Why, you dirty double-crossing. Bang. Biff.
It might be Friday. I have a day off. It’s raining. I’m going to the studio (my kitchen) to make things (porridge). Fantasy is the first step.
You’ve just made yourself into a short story idea.
An expressive, non-realistic painting of a dark coloured mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb on an orange background. Ruined buildings are painted in black and small figures curl up, run around and hold up protest placards saying ban the bomb.
Mushroom Cloud of the Nuclear Bomb by Winifred Deane c.1967 painted in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital while she was compelled to live there.
Fears about & protests against nuclear proliferation are expressed by multiple people & feature in several works from The Adamson Collection
Congratulations, Barbara! 🎉
It's PUBLICATION DAY for my debut novel, IN THE DESERT!
I've been writing for decades (many) and this is such a hugely big day for me.
Thank you so much to my publisher @cowboyjamboree.bsky.social for believing in this book and to everyone who has helped along the way!
Links to buy in thread 1/
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
In the Museum of Night, sunlight is held in tinted jars, muted, just enough that vampires can stand and stare. Such a dangerous pleasure!
My favourite (undeveloped) short story idea: "A stranger crushes fruit on kitchen counters just to get a reaction."
In the bad luck dentist waiting room.
Nice!