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Dear readers,

You know how much I already love you all right now?

Well, imagine how much more I will love you when you go over to www.elephantwords.co.uk and start reading?

And imagine how much more you will love me!

Elephant Words is a new website that will feature six fresh and inventive writers interpreting and being inspired by one new image every week. New writing will be posted every day, and there are no limits on the styles or genres that the contributors can use, so it will be worth visiting regularly to see what they have come up with!

To start reading new and exciting writing, go here:
http://elephantwords.co.uk

To find out more about the Elephant Words project, go here: http://elephantwords.co.uk/about/

And to start giving feedback (which we would love to hear) go here:
http://elephantwords.co.uk/forum/

All of the contributors are very enthused about working on the project, and some weeks, they will be worked pretty hard (just look at the schedule over there!), so please go along and offer them your support.

Warren Ellis asked The Engineers to re-imagine Sherlock Holmes… And I don’t draw, but it piqued my curiosity, largely because, well, how do you reinvent Sherlock Holmes without either staying too close to the original or Basil Rathbone, or going too far off the original (and it’s worth noting that almost any “genius detective savant” concept, such Monk or Psych, is basically a revisiting of the same basic idea, with a twist!)

So I doodled this out, based on some things that were occuring to me while looking at other people’s awesome efforts.

There’s a kind of “not too much text” rule on the forum, so I’m going to just meander a bit about the subject here.
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Just a quick post because I know a couple of you wanted to know this as soon as possible: At around 4.30pm, today, I registered a word count of 51,021 words, which means I completed the Nanowrimo challenge with 1,021 words to spare. I am a Nanowrimo winner.

Thank you to those of you that have been asking after my progress, and a bigger thank you to those of you who have had to put up with me being absent and absent-minded for the last thirty days. Normal service will be resumed shortly, whatever that means.

I’m back!

And now I am going to go and sleep. For a week.

The two “Life Isn’t A Box Of Chocolates, It’s A Rucksack Full Of Shit” pieces are the first of a new category I’m starting, called Broken Narratives. This category is going to be reserved for pieces of writing that I’ve unearthed that, for some reason, I don’t think I’m ever going to finish, but can’t find it in my heart to discard. (more…)

At lunchtime the weather was fine, but now it looks like there’s a storm coming.

The fact is that it hasn’t been the same since the hospital.
She still fetches the kids, smiles as she tells them stories about being grown up, or settles them in front of the telly while she does the dishes, to make it easier for mum to do dinner when she gets in.
Dad still comes home around the same time as mum, but he always wants to get in the shower first thing, wash off the garage before anyone has to kiss him, so there’s still the half hour of chatting at the kitchen table, the two women of the house, before he swoops down the stairs and fills the house with his booming laugh. (more…)

“One of the clients suggested that he might kill himself today.”
“Really? Which one?” (more…)