Month: November 2012

A Web Series???

Hi everyone!

I’ve been really busy lately with a few projects I’m currently developing, and haven’t had time to blog (I know that sounds criminal…). Have to say though that it’s probably the busiest time of my life professionally! A lot of projects…sweat and tears.

Just wanted to thank all of you that liked, read or viewed by blog over the last few months. It really means a lot to me! When I started I didn’t expect to have people follow me or view my blog. I’ve also been nominated for the ‘Inspirational Blogger’ award by a fellow blogger (and friend)! I will update everyone on that very very soon! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!

This is just to tell you guys that I’m thinking of starting a little web series soon – recording myself talking about my life, projects and what I’ve recently learnt writing wise. I’m always learning and I’m not perfect. I also want to thank you personally for all the support.

A good idea? Would you watch? I have heard recently that many writers are afraid of putting themselves on camera? Do you think that’s true?

Chains (a short story): Part 2

The third time I see Tox hacking a body is during my first kiss.

His name is Nathan Skree. Not the boy I was about to kiss. The man Tox was murdering. I’m sitting outside the University, in an area we like to call the Smoke pit. I had my first cigarette here. It was midnight after the party.

“I think I like you Sam,” the boy in front of me says. He reaches for my hand and smiles.

There’s a figure behind him. Once again, like a shattered piece of glass. But this time it’s different. Shadows creep around him, as if terrified to take a step closer. A halo of light illuminates his actions. Tox is at it again. This is his past. This isn’t Tox now.

“Ex..cuse me?” I reply, my mind teetering on the edge of realisation. I’m hearing voices now. And smells – smoke. The boy in front of me, the one that eventually kisses me, still doesn’t realise. I feel sorry for him afterward. He goes off – talking about how much he adores for me. That he knew I was special ever since he realised my affinity for Stephen King novels. I don’t know what the fuck that means. Tox has my complete attention.

He can’t be more than fifteen years older than me. Mid thirties perhaps. His left arm, covered in blood, glints in the misty moonlight. It’s made of chrome and steel and cables. Kinetics, for a time, were allowed to walk around with such contraptions exposed. For a time. Eventually, when people started using them for bar room brawls, and for beating their wives, and for murdering their children, something had to be done. They were replaced. A few held onto the technology – many got rid of them out of fear.

I know it’s the Chains again. It’s all over the news. Business men and celebrities and housewives. Children and fathers and nomads. All over the world. Links. Spiritual bonds that defy all explanation. And me? Well, like with many others, mine’s with a serial killer. Nice.

The boy in front of me edges closer. He’s breathing heavily. I don’t know what to do. Tox is saying something to this Nathan. Whispering in his ear. It is then that I realise that the forms are changing. Like a passing storm, Tox is no longer there. By the time the boy kisses me, I have to close my eyes. I hope when I open them, he’ll be back again.

“Sam? Sam?”

I open my eyes. Tox is sitting there, next to a bench. He’s dressed in prison overalls – dark blue with an electronic tag over his right arm. This is the now. Tox at this exact moment. He’s smoking a cigarette.

“Yes…yes..”

I can smell it. I don’t know why I couldn’t care less about this boy. Maybe I just like the idea that he’s watching me.

‘Chains’: a small excerpt from my upcoming short story

I was writing a poem when I saw him hack the body a part.

It was the second time. The first time I saw him I was in class. It must have been a week prior. I had drifted of into a frivolous daydream during history class. Mr.Hanikus was writing something on the tronic-board. There was a black bird outside, cawing. At first I didn’t know what to do. I let it envelop me completely.

The window before me was frosted. The figure, shattered in light, was tearing the corpse a part limb by limb behind it. No blood. Sounds. Dynamos and motors. Everything became still; a humming void of nothing behind my eyes. I found my hands clasped around my hair when I awoke. Dust and decay had clawed its way into my nostrils. Maybe others have felt the same as me. It happens just like that. Thoughts. Feelings. The pouring of another soul into yours.

The Chain event. I don’t exactly know when it happened. Probably at a time when everything and everyone seemed most connected. We liked to think of ourselves that way before it happened. Linked. By cables and computers and our ‘smart’ pocketed devices. Thousands of miles in one electronic nano-second. There must have come a point when the Universe had gotten sick of it. It wanted to shake things up. Toss us into the wild. To see if we could survive, if the only thing we were connected to, was each other.

But it didn’t happen that way. We slowly began to feel, see and experience the worse of us. Connections to people we could neither relate to nor understand. People that defied explanation. That defied logical sense. Bad people.

I feel Tox for the second time in my room. He’s tearing a part another body. I taste sweat on my own lips. It isn’t mine. My eyes search for something that isn’t there.  I’m seeing his memories – I know it. He tears the flesh from a man in a black suit. His jaw snaps and breaks across his fingers like a chicken bone.Tox’s arm is metallic- a cannon of twisted chrome. He’s obviously a Kinetic. One of those things.

By the time he’s finished I know he has stopped trying to remember. He can feel me too. That I know. I envision him sitting up, wherever he is, and trying to remember me. It’s difficult for me to remember his face. There’s too much haze. I don’t think he can see mine.

But he knows my name. Samantha. I heard him speak it once in a dream.

Two of my idols – having a conversation! (Seth MacFarlane and George Lucas)

Thought I’d post a video today and this is my first on the Kane Domain Blog (and hopefully not the last!).

Given the recent news of Disney’s acquisition of Lucasfilm, and the incredible success of Seth MacFarlane over the last few years (with Family Guy, Ted and his Oscar hosting gig next year) –I thought I would post an interview video between my two biggest idols.

And they are….

(Drum Roll)

Well you read it in the title….SETH MACFARLANE and GEORGE LUCAS!

Seth MacFarlane is of course the visionary writer, voice artist and executive producer/creator behind ‘Family Guy’. He is probably one of the most successful writers and producers in television today, creating vast billion dollar franchise with Family Guy and becoming THE highest paid person in television. He was paid $100 million by Fox back in 2008 to renew Family Guy until 2012. For a guy that started drawing and animating dogs in his room – that’s just incredible.

George Lucas needs no real introduction..but I’ll give a short one anyway! Creator of Star Wars, Lucasfilms and a host of other companies, such as Skywalker Sound, and his visual effects company, Industrial Light and Magic (ILM) — George Lucas is the epitome of what it means to be a Creative Producer. A man that got his big idea out there, his way.

I respect them both immensely for several reasons. They are both writers, directors and masters of their own creative empires. And for both of them, their franchises literally came from nothing.

They were not born into wealth. They didn’t get any help from their families or have angel investors of any kind. They created Family Guy and Star Wars from a simple idea…but with whole lot of guts, determination and hard work on the side. That’s it.

I hope to develop and employ those same qualities when creating my own projects in the future, which also range from animation, to science fiction shows.

This is a conversation between them about their work that I found really insightful. And it’s funny too! Enjoy!