Monday, 13 December 2010

A Circle in the Sand

I'm still editing, pushing that wobbly rock up its sand-covered ramp.  Time blurs, the world shrinks to the single chapter in which I'm mired for days on end, and all things grind increasingly fine until the damn thing rolls back down the hill again flattening me on its way through.

And other than this, I'm just waiting.

But I can feel it approaching.  Something stirs and at least the neighbors have it much worse.  Old fire-bringer and his vultures, what a laugh.  And at least no one is dripping venom onto my flesh.

Now where was I?  Oh yes, back to my rock.

E.

2 comments:

Hamza said...

Hi, I've just discovered your blog via Mark Charan Newton's. The excerpts you've posted are good reading, but I have a question: who is the illustrator of all of the images on this blog?

Thanks . . .

Eric M. Edwards said...

Dear and much beloved Reader, welcome!

The majority are from Giovanni Battista Piranesi, with a special emphasis on his Imaginary Prisons sequence. They are to a degree, one of the major inspirations for the novel.

Also featured are a few images from the Spanish-Mexican surrealist Remedios Varo and Alfred Kubin - both remarkable artists in their own right, whose phantasmic, dreamlike visions have coloured my efforts to bring the Invisible City to life.

E.

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