The Realm of Katherine Vick

 The Dangers of Othering You may have noticed from the tone of my blogs of late that I feel like humanity is in a very dangerous place right now. And though there’s probably only a half dozen or so of you out there reading these as I shout helplessly into the void, I still feel the need to do it or I’m probably going to burst with frustration and rage. So my apologies everyone but here we go again… It’s always someone else’s fault. We all know that person, don’t we? Anything that goes wrong in their world, well, it wasn’t their fault, oh no, impossible, it was someone else who caused it, it wasn’t down to them. The dog ate my homework. He pushed me. She wasn’t looking where she was going. They didn’t explain it properly. It wasn’t made clear that wasn’t allowed. I wanted to be there and they were in the way. They didn’t do what I told them to do. They weren’t behaving properly. I wanted to do it, they got in the way. They came over here and took our jobs, it’s not down to me th...

 Hello to you all - I hope all those who celebrate it had a lovely Christmas and I'd like to wish you all a very Happy, Safe and Prosperous New Year. Look after each other, care for your fellow man and above all, be kind. :) There we go - with the sentiment out of the way, I shall now indulge in some hideous self advertising of the type I've been too tired and grumpy to undertake of late. I have these books out, you see, and what better New Year Treat than to give them a try or encourage friends and relatives to do so? And, yes, I do feel ashamed of myself - I'm too goddamn British for all this self advertising! But nonetheless.... The first novel, The Disposable can be found here: UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disposable-1-Plot-Bandits/dp/1951471024 USA: https://www.amazon.com/Disposable-1-Plot-Bandits/dp/1951471024 The Narrative Must Be Obeyed Everyone in the Taskmaster’s Realm knows how the story goes: the boy of destiny goes on a quest, defeats the dark lord, and gets ...

Life has been kicking my arse again this month - after five years of dodging, COVID finally got me and justified why I'd dodged so hard! - so I am still lacking in blog based inspiration and am yet again rehashing an old blog to keep you entertained. With full awareness of the irony, I have chosen one that is about the horrors of a lack of originality in the media. Yes, I know...;p The Cliche Cycle Brace yourselves. I need a small rant. When, oh when, did making money become more important than making something original and good? Yes, I know, it’s a stupid question that probably can’t be answered. But although it’s hard to precisely put one’s finger on the origin, there is no denying it is definitely the dominant way of things in this day and age. I do wonder, sometimes, if there is a finite amount of imagination out there in the world, people seem so afraid to use it. Or at least, to take a risk. I remember way back in the day, when I was hunting around for a literary agent, I cam...

 To anyone to whom this looks a bit familiar - that's because it is. This is a blog I originally posted back in June 2020 as, thanks to life, the universe and everything, I haven't managed to run up anything new this month and my short stories are getting a bit thin on the ground. So I thought I would offer up a repeat of one of my older blogs for your delectation with my apologies for lack of originality. But I think what I said bears repeating. :) Taking a Long, Hard Look As anyone who has read my work must realise, I have very strong views on life being fair. It really matters to me that everyone has the same opportunities and chances in life, that no one be pushed down or denied on the grounds of their birth and social standing like my Disposables are, or discriminated against for the way they look or chose to live, like Dullard. I think that everyone deserves a fair shot at living or getting themselves the life they want, regardless of who they are. But the world itself do...

Note:  Work is mad and my health isn't great right now so I haven't the time or the mental capacity to rant online this month. So I'm resorting to pulling a short story out of my challenge archive again.... Live Forever, Die Young The young man stared up at the towering figure in his crisp business suit, so like all the others who had come before him, waving contracts, begging, wheedling, for him to sign his awesome and vastly in demand new sound to their label. The pleas and the promises, the guarantees of global glory and riches beyond compare were getting almost embarrassing. But this one – there was something different about him. Perhaps it was his ruddy complexion, so deep as to make his skin seem almost crimson. Perhaps it was the neat, black little goatee beard that he stroked so lovingly. Perhaps it was the strange fit of his neat Italian shoes or the odd way his dark wig seemed to balance on his forehead, as though something beneath was getting in the way. Bu...

Note:  I wrote this when I was angry and upset because it seemed like the entire world was turning into an awful place and while things have improved a little since and I've seen a glimmer of hope again, I still feel what I wrote below applies. And I still feel that social media is bad for the human race and the internet was a nicer place without it.... The Horror of Online Road Rage - Are We Star Trek or Bladerunner? I’m sorry if this sounds like I’m repeating myself as I’ve said the same thing in various ways and various forms in my blogs over the last year or so. But I am feeling so helpless and despairing of the world right now, that I all I can do is vent that feeling and hope my tiny cry in the dark void that is the internet will shine a very small light against the bleak darkness. Because the internet, social media in particular, has turned into one big morass of Road Rage. People are venting their spleens and developing a hatred of other people that bears as much resemb...

  The Unachievable Heights of The Chosen One Ah, The Chosen One. That staple of the fantasy world. Destiny’s Child, born under an auspicious star, with a unique birthmark foretelling their glorious fate, generally blessed with a stunning or striking appearance, an unusual eye colour and unexpectedly modest origins for their impressively regal heritage, watched over at a distance by a guardian just waiting for the right moment to reveal their secret power and fated purpose in saving their realms from a lurking evil. Step forward all you fantastical Eriks out there, for you are legion. But as anyone who has read my novels may have guessed, I have a few issues with the trope of The Chosen One. Because as the father of modern fantasy, JRR Tolkien himself dictated, fantasy is escapist but also aspirational. And although his work does have a Chosen One – Aragorn, I’m looking at you – who does his bit extremely well, he isn’t the one who saves the day. That role falls to a couple of v...

EDIT: I wrote this last year and finally scheduled it to post several months ago - the fact there has since been a UK general election called for this week is entirely coincidental! The Cult of Charisma I’m not big on big personalities. Now don’t get me wrong, if they are decent people, good luck to them. The problem I have is the way in which society latches onto a big, charismatic personality to the detriment of all else, decency included. Because in this media driven world, it does seem to me as though being big and loud and passionate and exciting, someone who can make a splash on the front pages and some juicy, news-content selling headlines seems to outweigh whatever they actually happen to do. A big personality can get away with murder in the way a quieter soul cannot. And this is something that seems to permeate society. Take relationships and the great dramatic (not sure I want to call it romantic) trope I call the thrill . It happens over and over again in TV drama, soa...

 It's another serious one - I'm afraid I am quite cross with the state of the world at the moment. Sorry folks... As I recently quoted in my blog on AI, a character of the late, great Terry Pratchett once said - “Evil begins when you treat people as things.” I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. Indeed, I’ve thought about it a lot over many years, as anyone who has read my book may have noticed, given treating people as commodities who exist only to serve a purpose for others is one of its major themes. But as I said in my blog on AI, when I stated I feared it would be used to enhance man’s inhumanity to man, in this modern age, the idea of a person as a living, breathing entity with feelings and an existence that is worthy of consideration and respect in its own right seems to be getting lost somewhere. And rather terrifyingly, it seems to be fairly universal. The obvious example is those in positions of authority and power. More and more, one can’t help but feel tha...