Little Janey Thomas never accepted the stories told by the residents of Arcane Town. Everyone accepted the jibba-jabba just because a man in a cheesy suit and matching smile spoke words into a camera. That wasn’t the truth. That was a human sheep reading from a teleprompter. Janey could spot a liar in the dark and she hated jibba-jabba as much as she hated broccoli.
Arcane Insane tells the story of Janey Thomas and her strange companion, Mojo, as they travel through the long night on a quest to uncover the truth behind the jibba-jabba and why the people of Arcane Town lock their doors at night.
Posted Jul 1, 2011
Without Mojo to fill her in on the latest gossip there wouldn’t be much to blog about. Mojo was a street urchin, a dirty faced lad no older than fourteen. He lived rough and went places Janey never thought possible. Often she pleaded with him to take her so she could investigate but Mojo refused, it was too dangerous. Day people didn’t mix well with the night dwellers. When she asked if he had seen the vampires, zombies and werewolves, Mojo had burst out laughing.
Posted Jul 14, 2011
In daylight the train station spoke to her. It said things like: “Howdy ma’m! Top of the morning to ya! I’m waiting on the 9.20 Mail Express to Oakridge, yers indeedy, it should be along any minute now, sure as eggs is eggs. Clickety-clack, says Rickety Jack, and watch out for the Post Master’s sack!” But in the darkness she thought it just sat there sulking and muttering to itself: “Dunt nobody want steel wheels on polished rails no more, no clickety clack on my train track.”
Posted Jul 21, 2011
After what felt like an hour or more of walking along the tracks, Janey was surprised to see something other than crowds of corn. On the horizon hard shapes revealed themselves when ghostly clouds whispered across the dark sky. They looked like buildings, big solid structures that heaved up out of ground like giants reaching for the stars.
Posted Aug 13, 2011
Janey wasn’t certain if the way the hood twitched meant the Custodian was looking back and forth between them or the breeze teasing his hood. He had yet to reveal his face and Janey thought that was rude. She resisted the urge to yank back his hood.
Posted Aug 20, 2011
“This is the world no one wants to see because they choose to ignore it,” said the Bonds Keeper. “Every one a lost soul. You might call them the homeless, bums, hobo’s, drifters, beggars, vagabonds or wanderers. You see them but ignore them. These are people the world has forgotten. Sooner or later they all find their way here and I give them a chance to start again with a new life, one with a purpose.”
Posted Aug 26, 2011
The tunnel had retracted leaving Janey and Mojo standing on a small rusted cog in a cavernous space so vast it made no sense. Janey reacted by holding her breath. When her lungs burnt and she took a gasp of air she realised they weren’t in space. There were no twinkling stars or view of the Earth in the distance. Janey didn’t know where they were or how they had got there.
Posted Sep 4, 2011
Mojo turned around and around like a dog searching for the sweet spot to take a nap. He stopped and held out his hands to grip something that wasn’t there. A faint glow of golden light pooled around his hands and Janey saw the silhouette of a wheel like that found in a boat. The glow shimmered, it was difficult to concentrate on the details. The wheel looked old and ornate, one moment it was solid, the next transparent.
Posted Oct 4, 2011
A ragged gash ripped through the air between them. Mojo screamed when a shower of red sparks poured out and surrounded him. Janey could barely see him through what had become a whirlwind of red mist. There was a dull crack like shattered ice and the park exploded into view around them.
Posted Oct 10, 2011
He grasped the handles of his backpack and pulled it over his shoulder. Janey was horrified to see Mojo’s eyes had dimmed to a slate grey. Panic and sorrow filled her. She had hoped there would be a way to prevent Mojo from slipping further. Maybe they could make a deal with the Grind and restore his youth again.
Posted Oct 17, 2011
There was a plus side to the sudden destruction. Without roads pollution would be reduced in next to no time. Janey wanted to think this was the Cog’s intention but it didn’t fit. There had to be another motive. The holes were there for a reason and they would need to be filled in sooner or later.
Posted Oct 25, 2011
When she was eight her parents took her to see a dream therapist. They’d hooked her up to a machine, attached probes and wires to her head and recorded her sleep activity through the night. Janey had the same dream she always had, a nightmare of dark clouds and teeth that chased her through a grey wilderness. She never grew accustomed to them but accepted that was the way things were.
If you have read both Ground Fall and Arcane Insane you’ll see there is a strange crossover with the plots. The entire saga started with a short story called Trespass and the deep valley of Grabhorn. This dark brooding place later found its way into a painting by Lee in Ground Fall. During the course of writing Arcane Insane I found the characters moving from Arcane Town, through the Cog where they ended up in the same park that had been devastated in the story Ground Fall.
Whilst the characters don’t quite interact with one another, the stories are connected in many ways. This wasn’t planned at first but characters have a way of bending the plot tracks to suit their own purpose. An unexpected turn of events but most enjoyable to write.
I have yet to finish this mini saga but the final chapters are coming, I promise you dear blog reader. Keep an eye on the track, the answers will come soon enough!
Additional Note – 01/06/2012
Indigo Spider has taken down her blog and any links you may find are sadly broken. Apologies for the inconvenience.