Combat. There’s nothing I like more – aside from coffee – than reading or writing about combat. I’m not talking about mental-based combat such as psionics or magic, I’m talking about the physical, the visceral, weapons-based and empty-handed combat. I’ve always enjoyed writing about such things, often to the consternation of my primary school teachers. … Continue reading
Recently, Abaddon Publishers had an open submissions window. The last one that I entered was about two years ago, and I put forward a sci-fi, futuristic steampunk Hornblower story. The idea and the world were sound, the character was suitably flawed, and the ship’s chaplain was a right bastard. In a good way. Unfortunately they … Continue reading
I, Matthew Sylvester, do hereby make a pledge. I pledge that, when eating out with friends and family, where ever possible I shall do so in places that are owned and run by people local to Exeter, and/or which create meals and serve drinks that have been made from local produce or by local … Continue reading
No, this isn’t an April Fool’s Day joke. What I’m writing about is the state of mind I experience the day after a draw. It’s a Schrodinger’s Cat way of thinking. At the point of waking, I can’t confirm whether I have or haven’t won. Therefore I have both own and not won at the … Continue reading
Forget top hats, goggles and pith helmets. No truly sartorial man should ever wear shirts with buttons on the cuff, especially if he claims to be a steampunk. A true steampunk, or Victorian gent (God Bless Her), should wear shirts with double cuffs so that he can place upon them cufflinks that not only show … Continue reading