Kay Orchison

@kayorchison.bsky.social

Former visual artist. Occasionally still a musician. Mostly writing SF/horror these days, with excursions into amnesiac memoirs. Disabled, keen indoorsman, BLOCKS WITH GAY ABANDON. You were warned. He/him www.amnesiana.com

The narrow, high-banked path that carves a channel through the boneyard of St. Urian’s at Wormford is notoriously ghost-soaked. We would expect nothing less for a old wraith way, yet it has a pleasing diversity of phantoms: giant spiders made of smoke; flaming wheels; floating pillars of blue light.

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I'm new to this whole novel thing so this is probably something many of you have workarounds for but when your brain habitually wraps scenes neatly at the 5-600 word mark you wind up with something more epileptic than epistolary It's like trying to build the Eiffel Tower out of 1x1 Lego blocks Gah

Locals used to call the cliffs at Dedwick 'the place of a thousand skulls'. Given that the clifftop cemetery was collapsing onto the beach below, it wasn't an unreasonable name. Even now, storms sometimes pull bones onto shore, feeding it new ghosts. – #MattAdams, 1981

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Pubic Service Announcement The Vagina Museum is trans inclusive. Always has been, always will be. Today the new EHRC Code of Practice comes into effect. Let us be clear, the guidance changes nothing about how we operate.

we are at the point where huge swathes of the media sees their only job as getting attention from the public and giving nothing back and you're supposed to juuust tell enough truth that you can't be called an outright liar, just get the click anyhow, it is used car sales masquerading as journalism

Gareth L. Powell / G.L. Powell@garethlpowell.bsky.social · 13h ago

It’s like how there was that one professor who thought the recent interstellar asteroids were likely to be alien spaceships, and even though the rest of the scientific community disagreed with him, it was reported as “scientist says…”

“All writers are making maps of the cicatrix of their lives, disturbing the ghost soil, unearthing artefacts of unreliable memory. Being an English child of the 1970s, there is possibly a little more need than usual for exorcism. For there’s no getting away from the fact it was a bloody weird time.”

A stack of books with Hookland Fragments Volume One by David Southwell on top. The cover has a beautiful black-and-white linocut by Maria Strutz of a bear juggling bones and stars.

The UK countryside is full of interdimensional portals. You just have to know where to look. I've decided to make a thread here of some of the best ones I've found on walks. 1. JRR Tolkien's Psychedelic Lime Kiln.

I can never resist getting inside an old lime kiln. This one was near Newton Abbott. The view up through the hole in the top of it to the overhanging trees on the ledge above is, I have to assume, even better than listening to the second Doors album on acid.

If at any point you feel like gen-AI can do one of your tasks just as good in fraction of a time, it should be treated as an indicator that you are bad enough at that task to have no competence in it, and you are the last person who should be off-sourcing it to AI. Talk to an expert, damn it.