Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Coming mid-May to Kindle, closely followed by paperback, the original tale first published in The Blackberry & Other Tales That Creep, plus two additional stories.
Ever think about how pressures of life eat away at you, gnaw at your confidence? What if there were a magical creature who gobbled away at those very things? The things that attack and diminish your sense of self: self-confidence, body image, stereotyping, anger.
Gorak the Gobbler specializes in young people's problems. He enables them with his own brand of wisdom, and playful logic.
"...life like drinking soda. All go one way and no stopping: Sip, gulp, no matter. But when bubbles build up, only one ting to do - let em out!"
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Friday, December 30, 2016
I was invited by Eleseren Brianna (Donna Kantaris) way back in September to write a companion story to her own "The Curio," composed to accompany her 3-D artwork creation in Second Life ®. I was immediately inspired, did a MESS of research, reading, and took a raft of notes. Then the story sat as the rest of life intervened, asserting itself over the necessities of fiction.
But, miraculously here the story is! It seems appropriate to be sharing it as 2016 draws to its thankful, inevitable conclusion. Enjoy, and please accept my wishes for a fresh and delight-filled New Year.
Many Blessings to you all,
by Judith Cullen
|Image by Inara Pey, of "The Curio" 3-D Artwork by Eleseren Brianna|
by Judith Cullen
The sun was warm on his armor.
Just as it would be cool by moonlight, again. So long had his form been bent in this fashion that heat and cold no longer mattered. It was another unimportant detail of occasional, casual notice. "Oh, it is cold once more." It was no different from noting the green of the grass, the iridescent glow of snowfall, or the perpetual motion of tiny creatures all around him. He had long since ceased noting the constants, but waited for the one inconstant to reveal itself. He bent, hoping for resolution, praying to once more have the power to move and act.
Poised over his tiny scrap of rock and sand, the voice would come to him every now and again. Just when he believed that he was forgotten, it would murmur in his head, "Wait. Not yet. They are not ready."
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
It was really a terrific honor to have Saffia Widdershins of Prim Perfect Publications and Designing Worlds choose my 2013 story "In The Mist" to produce as their 2016 Halloween Special. I had a terrific time working with DW Team. Elrik Merlin (Richard Elen) did an outstanding job editing and mixing all the elements together. What a magician!
Experience anew Daimhin's frantic, frustrated run away from the roguish James, and her near encounter with the dangerous Gray Man of the Mists with text updated specifically fort his production. The episode features narration by myself, Corwyn Allen, Saffia Widdershins, and Elrik Merlin who does a fantastic job voicing the ethereal Far Liath.
The gifted Wildstar Beaumont provides still shots interspersed with narration footage shot at some dazzling and atmospheric settings in Second Life ©,
"In The Mist" is part of A Trio of Irish Tales, Volume I. The characters of Daimhin and Patrick Flynn are continued in A Trio of Irish Tales II. Both are available in Kindle and Paperback through Amazon. They make great gifts - I'm just sayin'!
Saturday, October 22, 2016
|The Spanish Inquisition - from Wikimedia Commons|
by Judith Cullen
If you have not been, you do not understand. If you have not been stopped by the police, or called in for questioning, or any of the other degrees of being suspected of committing a crime, you have no idea what this process is like and what it does to you. You have no idea what it is like to know that you are innocent, and be in the power of people who believe fervently that you are not. We are all raised on the notion that every citizens is innocent until proven guilty. It probably seems simple to you. If you are innocent, you have nothing to worry about. Think again.
In reading the account in the Boston Globe, and artist SteveLocke's own account of being stopped by the police ("I Fit the Description", Dec 5, 2015) last year on his way to work at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design where he is on the faculty, I was reminded that "innocent until proven guilty" is a figure of law in
America, not a
figure of practice. It is something
lawyers remind citizens during voir dire,
something that judges remind seated juries.
It is not something that happens on the streets in the midst of a crime investigation. I am sorry to disillusion you. It does not
matter who you are, being a suspect messes with your head.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
There are certain things I always associate with "back-to-school." Even in the weeks before the official turn of the season, the air begins to crisp, the trees display colorful intent, and the world begins to taste different - spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, and just a touch of clove. I love this change equally to its spring counterpart. I know it is more than a little trite but, seriously, it always brings to sensory memory the smell of new leather shoes, the perfection of a fresh box of crayons, and the pride of this year's sparkling lunchbox.
The last time I was actually going back-to-school was decades ago. Yes, life itself is one big classroom, and learning is a constant. I will not deny that philosophy. But there are certain rituals associated with back-to-school, and I find I am engaging in them in a new way this year as I prepare to add to my weekly schedule auditing a college class online through the
iSchool. University of
Saturday, September 3, 2016
|"Tofu With Soy Sauce And Carrot" by Chris 73|
(see end of post for full attribution)
To Fu, or Not Tofu?
by Judith Cullen
As time passes, our relationships change. I cherish memories of the righteous freedom of my child and young adulthood, when my head was still filled with questions of "how" and "why" instead of bearing the time-inflicted patina of doubt. Yet, every now and again I surprise myself. I find myself embracing something new in a new way, and I feel that young excitement again. Today it was tofu.
I was introduced to the curd in the 1970s. Back in those times buying lettuce in the produce section, a single side of an aisle and not even a full one, meant purchasing the sphere of green known as iceberg. There were no other options. Since there were Caesar Salads there had to have been romaine, and I am sure there were gardens bountiful with green leaf varietals, and red. They might have even existed in my little fenced-yard of the world. I just didn't know about them. They were not a part of my formative gastronomic experiences.