Avast ye mateys, How we arrr doing? Yes, I am back after quite some time away from this blog, and this time, we are going to be taking look at the world of piracy, and all the linguistical quirks that come along with writing these stories. Why am I writing about pirates here on this blog? Well, the worldbuilding in Robert Louis Stevenson's novel, Treasure Island involved making a fantasy treasure map, complete with equally piratey place names, such as Skeleton Island and Spyglass Hill, as well as locations of all the bounty that you could quite possibly find on the island. When I first saw it in the Secret Maps exhibition at the British Library nearly a year ago, I was actually quite amazed to see that there wasn't just a massive collection of real-life maps that obfuscate confidential material from prying eyes, but that secret maps can also be used to spark our imaginations and create artistic flair out of it. Map of Treasure Island So, this is why we are here, and what bet...
Hi all! After spending many months attending endless galaxies of creative writing workshops (and taking the time to write about them in previous blog posts), I have decided that it is time to step up a notch and try writing a fiction novel. So, last Wednesday, I was out for a wonder along the Hillingdon canals in deepest west London, tracing a journey in a story that combines autism, defying family, world travel to Singapore and mental recovery, all into one complete package. The Grand Union in Uxbridge There is also some hint of misdirection being thrown in the wind along this part of the adventure, as seen at the entrance to the Slough Arm near West Drayton: Once I got to West Drayton, I took a bus out to the massive structure that is Heathrow Terminal 5, where I spent some time tracing the departure from the UK, before moving on to the famous Myrtle Avenue planespotting area - there, I was able to get a glimpse of the very flight that I was writing about in the story; the Briti...