Category Archives: The Last Monk

Whatever’s about to hap­pen, I was there

By Mat | Published: May 18, 2005
And then, in my mind, a guy walked past selling t-shirts. On the t-shirts was printed 'WHATEVER'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN, I WAS THERE'. From him came a flood of other ideas, from the outbreak of civil war in a marching band to the exquisite, liberating sensation of pushing a stilt-walking juggler off a pier.
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Trench-coats. Trench coats. Trenchcoats?

By Mat | Published: May 17, 2005
Some days aren't that newsworthy: the most interesting thing to happen today was a ten-minute search of various reference texts to answer the question: 'trench-coats' or 'trench coats'? Although I found the answer, I think it's safe for me to leave you hanging over this one. You'll simply have to buy the book to find out.
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158 words — nobody panic

By Mat | Published: May 16, 2005
The more mathematically-inclined reader will have been performing some basic arithmetic during my opening panhandle and come to the ineluctable conclusion that my novel is now a mere 158 words longer than it was yesterday.
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Day Zero

By Mat | Published: May 16, 2005
There's a common misapprehension about writing that it is a modern form of alchemy. With the exception of the odd long, miserable day when it appears nothing will convert this lead to gold, writing resembles alchemy only as far as its practitioners enjoy making it seem arcane. Writing is less scientific, and tends to work something like this:
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