Ceejay's Wall of Words

What happens when two talk show hosts attempt a 'routine' interview in New Babbage? What could possibly go wrong? Got 25 minutes? Not easily frightened? It's Halloween, but surely that is just a coincidence..... or is it?

Designing Worlds - New Babbage Edition

Shortly after the production of "The Trains Don't Run Under Clockhaven" this past Tuesday evening, I suffered a collapse due to complete physical and mental exhaustion. I think I may have overdone it at Burning Man this year!

I slipped quietly out of town and checked myself into a small spa in the countryside. Three days of communing with nature, gathering herbs, resting, taking the warm spring waters and eating lots of fresh healthy foods helped restore my vigour. (I would have been restored t… Continue

What with the recent move of the Cafe over to Academy, and the sudden introduction of some futuristic form of entertainment called 'television' upon my mind, I find myself quite exhausted! I will thus retire to a small, hidden location, along with an ample supply of absinthe and opium, and try to take comfort from the ways of the Anasazi Indians. These cliff dwellings are intriguing. Not at all like Babbage, but perched in a cleft in a cliff high above ground, certainly they do cause a soul to w… Continue

The Halloween issue of Prim Perfect is out! I've been sooo anticipating the release of this one, as it's possibly the most fun I've had yet writing for the publication. Hanging out with Ceres Eilde and Cutea Benelli was a hoot - and roaming the strange and dark lands of Arkham, Dunwich and Kingsport was the scariest fun I've had in a long time.

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It was a day like any other day. I'd just finished sweeping the floor of the CocoaJava Cafe, when I began to experience that strange sensation of someone looking at me. I turned around... no one. The feeling continued... I looked downward. From somewhere in the vicinity of my kneecap, Clockwinder Tenk was smiling up at me. In a charming way. This could only mean one thing and that one thing was not flirtation. He wanted something of me. "Okay, Cheshire smiling wee one. What do you wish of me?" I… Continue