The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

Let Your Freak Flag Fly

With the sudden lack of operational salons and barber shops in the world, we’ve seen people employ a number of creative (and no-so-creative) workarounds to the situation. Some people have taken to cutting their own hair. Been there, done that and bought the T-shirt. Others have taken the Karen approach, endlessly whinging like a toddler about how they can’t get their hair done (as if there’s nothing more important), taking to the streets to protest such grave injustice with placards bearing literal Nazi slogans.


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This is your brain on Donald Trump. Any questions?

I myself have taken neither of these routes, opting instead to simply let my freak flag fly. Just like I used to in the old days. I reckon when the provincial state of emergency is eventually lifted I won’t be able to get my hair cut for at least another six weeks because of the backlog, to say nothing of the fact that the continued observance of social distancing guidelines will likely prevent the barber from being able to accommodate too many customers at once. On top of that, the people from my former life who exerted the most pressure on me to keep my hair cut short have since become food for the worms. So I thought, fuck it. I’ll go full-on flower child. Behold, a rare (partial) selfie illustrating the progress of said freak flag, followed immediately by a classic tune that relates to the subject matter…

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…although at this point it’s more Kramer than flower child. Giddy up!

The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Out of Left Field

SILVER BROWN was originally envisioned as a trilogy. I later scrapped that idea, reforging it as a single volume in three acts. Similar to Nineteen Eighty-Four. With a few differences. The acts in my particular yarn aren’t formally numbered. Brief artistic interludes separate them instead. Ones that feature diagrams I created myself depicting islands featured in the world of the story, or the insignia of witchly organizations. Like this one…

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Last week’s draft had a Chapter Nineteen. Then one fine morning I decided to remove it from the manuscript. Entirely. After letting it sit for an extended cooling period, it dawned on me upon re-reading it that too many details about the mysterious shapeshifting entity known as Isimud were being needlessly spilled. I conceived this entity as a Catwoman-like character, in the sense that the question of whether he’s a good guy or a bad guy is open to interpretation. Chapter Nineteen killed too much of the mystery I was going for. It also had that out-of-left-field Whiskey Tango Foxtrot quality to it, like the “Piper at the Gates of Dawn” chapter from The Wind in the Willows. But I regret neither writing it nor tossing it. The process of writing it served as the creative appetizer to make me hungry enough to write the chapters that came after it, so everything has its place.


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Be here now. Speaking of shit coming out of left field, this is how that castle is coming along. The one I talked about last time.

 

The Zen of SILVER BROWN

What I Learned Under Lockdown

Awe is a necessary ingredient for a healthy human psyche, methinks. Without that boundless childlike fascination with at least one thing, one tends to lose their beginner’s mind and become more susceptible to descent into general awfulness. My current thing is something they tell me is called React, which in a nutshell is the electronic equivalent of Lego…


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Gonna build a castle on this thing. It probably won’t be a big castle, but it’ll be a castle.