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Made a short video where I discuss the ‘freedom of failure’, and how it enabled me to become a better writer. Well, that’s what I’m hoping for, anyway. There’s also some plugging of the second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers and talk about my fondness for candles. The second volume is… Read more
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A fifteen-minute video where I give my initial reaction on receiving the proof copy of the second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers. I look smug in the still used here, but it was just that the sun was in my eyes. I’m kinda like a vampire, but more delicate and less lethal. A… Read more
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Beneath the moon, a swan dances for no one. Behind the curtains and beyond the clouds, we’re moving to an invisible beat as the town sleeps oblivious to our mischievous ways. We could go on drinking and fall into each other’s arms. We could kiss on the corner of the street and spit at… Read more
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The proof copy of the second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers came in the post today. It took me by surprise as it wasn’t expected to arrive until Wednesday. Instead of opening it straight away, I put it to one side and kept walking around it as if it were somehow dangerous.… Read more
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The forest and all the animals are in her belly. The trees that tower so high into the sky of which are older than God, they want my seed, but my seed isn’t good enough because I’m just a shadow of something that wasn’t here to begin with. There’s the need within me to… Read more
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Waking with a hangover, I fill the sink with cold water and plunge my head beneath the surface while she observes her body in a mirror smeared with handprints left over from last night’s act. What year is this? I really can’t remember. Seriously, what year is this? I try asking her, but my… Read more
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A video where I go through a few of the most influential books, films, and albums I own and discuss the impact they’ve had on my creative vision. It’s nice to talk about things that mean so much to me, and how they’ve shaped me not only as a writer but a person, as… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: We sprinted across the car park in the pissing rain. I’d coated my wilting fringe in hairspray so it dribbled down my face, forming sticky trails on my cheeks, trickling into my eyes and blinding me. I could run with my eyes closed though, and still catch your scent –… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 