Hello. Multiple is the personal blog of me, Patrick Garratt, videogame journalist and author of Deg....
Soil 1 This soil is from the ground in the garden just in front of the back door. It's gritty and grey. The earth here is rocky and hard-baked by the sun. When the rain comes in the autumn and the spring, the water sits on top before eventually running off to drainage. Soil 2 This soil is from the base of the eucalyptus tree in the back garden where Panda used to sharpen her claws on the bark,…
My writing's been a little all over the place of late. I got a little FOMO'd I think, a little distracted. I got close to completing the horror story, got to V2, and then decided I didn't really like it at all and left it, then went back to working on my portfolio, and then tried to write a game for some reason. I just wanted to. It's important to allow these things to develop, non? The horror…
10/01/26 Last year was fucking horrible, so this one continuing in the same vein stands to reason. But That's Fine. I've managed to submit a story. I'm pleased about that. I've still got a few more places to send it, but I'll do that next week. More importantly, I've finalised the spine and started a draft of the next one, a small horror project I've been thinking about since early last year,…
I'm working on a short story to submit to magazines in January. I'd intended to write this particular episode as a novel, but decided against it after some preliminary notes. The trouble with auto-fiction, at least this type of auto-fiction, is its reliance on the past. Taking past events and forcing them into a narrative framework requires us to relive potentially difficult moments. The final…
I've forgotten so much. Vraiment, je n'ai pas the strength to even rifle through the experiences on which I used to draw parce qu'il n'y a pas de point younowotameen. I get high a lot. Her face clouds when I tell her exactly how much. She says I have addiction issues. Si on ne ressens rien, on est vide, non ? She takes a breath and pauses, the unwashed panes over my shoulder reflected, fisheyed,…
Just returned from a week with Lucie in Lyon, Paris and Milan, the point of which was to reconnect and assess if we want to stay together and whether or not we even can. The first aspect has never really been in question sort of married for nearly twenty-two years, but the second is a little stickier. In Lyon we saw Orb, Slomosa and Kadavar at the Transbordeur food and drink outside even vegan…
I badly fucked myself up at the end of June. I'm too close when I push past a balding dad on a cargo bike at the top of the hill because he's too slow, my ass off the seat. The highest gear of the new urban bike, a grey Giant Escape, which I specifically bought because it's sportier and lighter than most urban bikes I see, with higher gearing and thinner tires for higher flat speeds, the first…
I've been thinking for years of having somewhere to dump everything, so this is that. Also, it's taken some time for the continuation of my creative writing to become clear after I finished a masters last summer. Having written two novels in French for the course, I found myself at a dead end. My masters was in "recherche en création," in which a creative work is fuelled by research and vice…