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wytchcroftThis is a story. But, you may be wondering, what SORT of story? Now, that is a good question because, as we know, stories come in many shapes and sizes. Some are light, some heavy, some you have to sort of chew over for a bit whilst others are easy to digest. And there are some, well, some are just plain crazy flavoured.
Yes, all sorts of stories.
Some seem to have been around forever. They are easily found. You can stumble over them, like those pieces of deep green sea-rounded glass you find at the beach. Others, even older, ancient perhaps, are uncovered like fossils, like the bones of dinosaurs reluctantly dragged out into the daylight after a long and muddy sleep.
I wonder if a dinosaur ever used to snore.
Some stories are instant stories, POW! Just add audience and flash!
Like a magician’s trick, all the effect and over in the flick of a wrist.
Other stories of course are rather less excitable and take a lot longer to invent; built and refined, polished and engineered so all the tiny pieces work precisely, as neat and nimble as an old fashioned pocket watch. (Okay, not my stories maybe but you know the sort of thing.)
In the same way, there are yet other stories which are not so much homemade as home grown.
They are stories of the organic variety. These stories can also take a long time to develop and take a fair amount of looking after. The soil has to be carefully prepared and nurtured, the delicate roots maintained (with nutrients and baby bio) and the shoots and leaves pruned and cared for.
Many of these stories are fragile at first and must be taken out of the garden, or the allotment, for safekeeping in greenhouses. But once inside, they will suddenly bloom in all sorts of wild tangles and tangents, sprouting off in the most unexpected directions.
Perhaps you’ve seen them.
I have a few in my greenhouse at home.
But that’s silly, somebody once yelled at me. That is stupid, that is total nonsense!
Well d’uh! Of course it is! Where do you think all the silly and stupid and nonsensical stories come from, eh?
I don’t know about you but I like a nice bit of nonsense now and again.
So there we are. What? Oh yes, I almost forgot! To answer the question; this is a story about...
stories!
Ta-da!
And oh yeah, there some spiders in it too... later, if you hang on a bit...
ps: i hope none of this is nicked from Gaiman or whomever - i've read so many intros by now, almost every fantasy/SF/horror/zzz genre novel seems to have one.
Ach well.
Pub-lunch and be damned!
Yes, all sorts of stories.
Some seem to have been around forever. They are easily found. You can stumble over them, like those pieces of deep green sea-rounded glass you find at the beach. Others, even older, ancient perhaps, are uncovered like fossils, like the bones of dinosaurs reluctantly dragged out into the daylight after a long and muddy sleep.
I wonder if a dinosaur ever used to snore.
Some stories are instant stories, POW! Just add audience and flash!
Like a magician’s trick, all the effect and over in the flick of a wrist.
Other stories of course are rather less excitable and take a lot longer to invent; built and refined, polished and engineered so all the tiny pieces work precisely, as neat and nimble as an old fashioned pocket watch. (Okay, not my stories maybe but you know the sort of thing.)
In the same way, there are yet other stories which are not so much homemade as home grown.
They are stories of the organic variety. These stories can also take a long time to develop and take a fair amount of looking after. The soil has to be carefully prepared and nurtured, the delicate roots maintained (with nutrients and baby bio) and the shoots and leaves pruned and cared for.
Many of these stories are fragile at first and must be taken out of the garden, or the allotment, for safekeeping in greenhouses. But once inside, they will suddenly bloom in all sorts of wild tangles and tangents, sprouting off in the most unexpected directions.
Perhaps you’ve seen them.
I have a few in my greenhouse at home.
But that’s silly, somebody once yelled at me. That is stupid, that is total nonsense!
Well d’uh! Of course it is! Where do you think all the silly and stupid and nonsensical stories come from, eh?
I don’t know about you but I like a nice bit of nonsense now and again.
So there we are. What? Oh yes, I almost forgot! To answer the question; this is a story about...
stories!
Ta-da!
And oh yeah, there some spiders in it too... later, if you hang on a bit...
ps: i hope none of this is nicked from Gaiman or whomever - i've read so many intros by now, almost every fantasy/SF/horror/zzz genre novel seems to have one.
Ach well.
Pub-lunch and be damned!
