Not one step back. “Withdraw, then return” and “no backward step” are two pretty great quotes juxtaposed, then interspersed within The Horus Heresy series. Applied to war, but also the self. Never surrender your soul, your ideals. Do not compromise in the face of Armageddon.   This applies to internal and external pressure, but I want to draw a facet of how this applies to the creative world. Everything creative goes as far as we are willing to push it, but no further. The wo

There is a constant chaos Realising a little late But with much worth Sharing time And the   Very long Then little later Minutes of shared space   In a shared space Is the wallpaper of relationships.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

If I’m being entirely honest, sitting down for a big project is a little disconcerting. Novels don’t write themselves. There is a bit of “what am I doing here”.   Poetry, in contrast I’ve always find practically writes itself. There’s something enjoyable about looking it over twice, I like to check the form of a piece, reading my work aloud is a skill that takes and builds confidence at the same time, but really the magic of poetry is in something you saw, heard, or are speak

Have you tossed Emotions Those things that drive some Or are the passenger to others Into the soft places They should not be Torn and chewed by vermin Fermenting fuel and making waste Of the seeds that could sprout your goals?   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

The tragedy or revenger style of Elizabethan theatre has given way to adaptations of books such as House of Cards , both the UK and US versions. Game of Thrones , the novel series and its TV adaptations hold much allure due to the focus on politics, although in context of the show really aims to show dynastic friction and character studies of psychological complexes. Succession is another popular series exploring grand families, institutions and political and financial domina

Seeing with new eyes All the times that you despise City, road, mirror Chip the glass from your respite. Bulb new reflex memory Quick and crueller hands Bent to good ends And dreams that smoke when they rise. One and without the World Turn your new eyes Inside. By J.W.H. Hobbs.

Everything about your mind settling itself is often uncomfortable, which is why people prefer to drift to sleep.   Out in the open, animals gather to stillness and patience. There’s nothing quite like keeping eyes closed in good weather, and hearing the closing movement of animals around you.   There are shades of greens and yellows I can’t quite see, or are perhaps their own optical illusion with eyes lightly closed and resting my mind. And for some reason I associate that w

Up, hear the odd calls It may be a burble, or the scatter of animal chatter Press your fingers into tools or bricks forming words While grey, then black, then still skies spool ahead.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

I found this week how interesting it was seeing another person’s approach to an academic paper. There’s guideline suggestions, a CASP paper at the ready, and the normal read is surveying the terrain. Reconnaissance.   Personally, I return to books to re-adsorb, especially in the case of a history book with many realities to teach, or a philosophy book with its own applicable lines of thought, or suggestions on approaching the experience of life. And of course, I’ve seen many

Mucal membranes block the throat We lose our air and start to choke With regularity, in dark times Full function is hard to find   It will pass, or it will not Each wound, bound and unsleeved thought Runs its course where it will It all has merit, until you lie cold and still.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

Oh I’ve seen the papers, made by hands Of the typists dawdling idly And the words and whims of many mouths Who wait to miss life’s timing.   Yet there’s nought a bird to miss their mate No fish begrudge their swimming   I could join the crowd and miss my fate And hunch my spine to bending.   But better off to see new lands again With the girl who walks beside me.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.

Vader sighed. He would have to try harder. He could not afford any weaknesses, given his enemies – and more especially, given his friends.   It’s just a lot of fun reading this book. Fun I think is something with a lot of appeal, that you can see but struggle to identify the elements of. I know it’s present in gaming, less and less in every medium over the past few years, like comedy, fun is something that’s enjoyable but part of an instinctive or innate talent.   For a few d

There is nothing as inviting Daunting, perhaps exciting Refreshing or depressing Than a clean page.   Affected by the light The mood, though Thoughts and any kind of Feeling wraps and still With a will or right Beside in every time the urge to Write   But today Within a planner page A market stage, or higher aims Yes, this is what I And so many more right now In times gone by until end of time   Will think at just a dab of nothing Written in the gap between filled and the lig

What is creating something?   I’ve asked that to myself, struggling to finish reading a book on the day I set, while someone beside me quite languidly carried on pencil sketching as the sun went down. I’ve heard accounts of the pain of childbirth, decades it took someone to make a business that stood on its own. I’m a little disappointed that many projects in my life are not the solid blocks of material matter they ought to be.   To make something is to see it concluded. See

No one can ever truly mar Beautiful things Place words and Attempt peer pressures They can go out of style Be judged out of their merit Kept enclosed or In dark days fade from mind But like sands and stones Massaged by persistent waters It is a Form, a Truth, a statement That there is beauty And what is a marvel can endure. By J.W.H. Hobbs.

For all the work I’ve done, sometimes you have to come back immediately. It could be an email, or something annoying me in bed before sleep. I’ve needed to make necessary edits to letters, my website, perhaps I missed adding in music and could have touched up the image quality.   Every single time there’s a little groan deep inside. Every single time it was necessary, whether I appreciated that at the time or not. When I finished my first self-published work, it was a case of

All about the rains Raw slate of a cloudless sky Alike have the rawness of nature Motion beyond motions So large a scape Detailed and fast Beyond counting, or true comprehension Is the body striving to be aware of itself   The gestalt of memory Of true lives buried and writhing beneath The true action Thumos seated within a man Or the anima of a muse’s radiance   To be radiance One within an ununderstood design Retreat into the waves Lower the vibration of sound Sometimes we

When it comes to the richness of the gaming experience, the interface, character and pace will all be highly valued; but the first element often advertised, and the initial hook is the surroundings.   Atmosphere is a large word pivotal to the experience; but honestly in games and film the heart of this is the visual space. A virtual space, literally when we consider both mediums. You are perceiving an elegant projection from a device   From the Halo  so definitive it’s the ti

No matter The long Long Arduousness And futility To think To name To say No Is To Live And how entropy Apathy, and evil despise that.   To live is to plant time’s flowers.   By J.W.H. Hobbs.