Italian author Massimo Lorusso has written with voice technology since 1993. Here he makes the case that authorship has never lived in the fingers — it lives in selection.
A disgraced programmer takes a job at a military academy and finds himself alone with ghost stories, local history, and a building that doesn't quite feel empty. Part One of a serialized horror story set at the real Wentworth Military Academy.
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Australian digital artist Phillip J Gordon on his three-current process: urban geometry, floral watercolour, and abstract oils, and how Photoshop and Lightroom bring them together into large-format prints.
Ben Cibula spent months querying literary agents for his debut novel, pitched over a hundred, and self-published instead. Here's what he learned about traditional publishing — and the tool he built from the experience.
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Argentine illustrator Laura Nagel on "Forgotten Fairy Tales": whimsical digital illustrations of lost folklore, liminal spaces, and the creatures that live where nature and magic meet.
Italian author Massimo Lorusso has written with voice technology since 1993. Here he makes the case that authorship has never lived in the fingers — it lives in selection.