February 2017

Nonsense, She Wrote

M. J. Magee - Sunday, the 26th of February, 2017

I’ve been reading a lot, lately. I think it’s important to read while you’re writing, to get outside your own narrative and see what other writers are doing, to spot the pitfalls and… whatever the opposite of pitfalls are, and bring the lessons into your own writing.…

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How do you keep eating when you’ve bitten off more than you can chew…?

M. J. Magee - Thursday, the 16th of February, 2017

Or, at least, quash the urge to discreetly spit into a napkin?

I’ve been really struggling with Cuthbert lately. Not with any particular problem on Cuthbert, just summoning the will to work on it at all.

I’ve spoken about this before – how, in choosing to do this hard slog of refactoring, I’ve effectively set the progress of the whole game sprawling backwards.…

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Context-free Friday: the brightest and extremely-capable-hero-est

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 10th of February, 2017
'Go on, then,' Dave hissed in his ear, 'kneel!'

Cuthbert hurried over to the throne. He flashed the queen his brightest and most I'm-an-extremely-capable-hero-est smile.

'Kneel!' Dave hissed again and he dropped to the ground.

He could feel the queen's gaze on his neck. His pulse beat in his throat.

'What is your name?' the queen asked. Her voice was cool and sweet. She over-pronounced her Ts. That meant she was really posh.
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Context-free Friday: time with a crooked fool…

M. J. Magee - Friday, the 3rd of February, 2017
'You can't just go barging through doors protected by riddles all willy-nilly,' she fumed. 'What sort of place do you think this is?'

'One with stupid rules about doors,' Cuthbert muttered under his breath.

The guard on the right glared at him. 'What was that?' Cuthbert stopped short. 'I said time with a crooked fool is a chore,' he said, proud to have thought of some inoffensive rhyming words so quickly.

The guard on the right glared at him.

'What?' he asked brightly.
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