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For the 10th year anniversary of Roppongi Hills, an urban complex in Tokyo, an amazing project titled ‘Tokyo City Symphony’ has been created.

One part of the project is the stunning video in which a psychedelic 3D projection is mapped onto a miniature model of Tokyo city at a 1:1000 scale.This is set to a soundtrack made from everyday sounds heard in Tokyo.

This project aims to transform Tokyo into a more “attractive and exciting world-class city”.

Writing In The Daylight ~ Dancing In The Night: Roughly...

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Roughly every six weeks, my parents try to convince me that my writing is a waste of time. Not making money therefore irrelevant. This week, we went along the lines of “change the names and publish it”

Roughly every six weeks, my parents try to convince me that my writing is a waste of time. Not making money therefore irrelevant. This week, we went along the lines of “change the names and publish it”

I wanted to be articulate. I wanted to explain that characterisation was the foundation of a reader’s understanding and empathy with a story and its plot. I wanted to explain that Sherlock would be Sherlock if he were called Steve and John would be John if he were called Jason. I wanted to explain you couldn’t change the threads in a tapestry already woven without unravelling the whole thing.

Instead I said “NO!” in a really loud voice and consumed wine in copious quantities.

Thus began an evening of conversations that began with “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but…”

Pass me the rum, lovelies.

No writing is ever wasted. NO WRITING IS EVER WASTED.

Jeez, if I had a nickel (much less a 1982 nickel) for everyone who told me I wasted the plot of a potentially Hugo-winning novel on The Wounded Sky, I could possibly retire now. But I wrote it in the Trek universe because that was the story’s proper place. (And I LOVED TREK. Well, love it. No past tense there.) And doing that in its proper place has done good for me ever since.

…They don’t get it. Maybe they will. Maybe they won’t, ever. This is a writer’s burden, and her glory. So just kiss them and drink the damn wine. :)

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