"The Spiral and The Threads," the long-awaited "conclusion" of The Nod/Wells Timelines," is coming soon! Begin your preparations with this official teaser trailer, featuring the six books that started it all.
‘It’s half giraffe, half anteater, half horse, half deer and half some more giraffe.’ The man crouches, leans over the dark mass, prods it with a hesitant finger. ‘And definitely dead.’
—Read Kevin MacNeil’s short story “Fall in Love and Buy a Horse” on Books From Scotland – published in nothing but a set of eyes for stars: New Writing Scotland 41
It's day two of the giveaway and we're off to a strong start, with a dozen new readers picking up their copies of "Shards" to begin their journey along "The Nod/Wells Timelines," but we can do better! 📘🙂👍
We're just a day away from the start of my latest book giveaway, so I wanted to share the following image, which shows how the stories in "Shards" relate to the other works from "The Nod/Wells Timelines." Hopefully, this will give everyone some useful context, and some ideas about which other books of mine to explore if they enjoy their time with "Shards."
Note that you can always find the most up-to-date version of "The Nod/Wells Timelines" via my official web site:
When I dream, I often feel like I'm borrowing someone else's life for a little while. My age, race, and gender are often different from my waking life. I occasionally feel like I'm visiting a "what if" version of Earth, an alternate. Sometimes, I even find portals between possibilities.
These stories are all based on dreams I've had.
I'll add more as time goes on.
Sometimes, in my dreams, an endless stream of things will come out of my mouth. Glass, metal, living things, goo. Sometimes, things come out of other places.
Sometimes, when I dream, there are magic spells, and elemental manipulation, and communicating with anything, animals, insects, the earth itself.
Sometimes, I'm in danger.
Sometimes, when I dream, I walk through walls, I peer into directions that I have no names for, I breakthrough to some greater understanding of the universe.
Sometimes, it starts small. It starts with self-preservation, with fear.
But that's not how it ends.
#WhenIDream
I have #NightTerrors or #SleepParalysis occasionally. I've managed to work through it by twisting the feeling into something interesting or positive. It's not always easy to just "let it happen" and see where it goes.
Anyway, this time, I "woke up" and felt something on my face. It went sideways from there into body horror, science fiction, even a bit of comedy.
I asked "why would the spiders be doing this?" and my subconscious definitely came up with something interesting.
I can't move my head.
I see my wife beside me in bed.
Reading.
"Please help me," I say.
She ignores me.
I see the black sticks again.
Legs.
They are legs.
Weaving.
Spider legs.