“We all have our time machines, don’t we. Those that take us back are memories… And those that carry us forward, are dreams.” – H.G. Wells
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
― Arthur Conan Doyle,
I love the smell of old paper: sweet, dry and nostalgic.1
Some people, of course, dismiss it as the smell of must, mould or decomposing wood.
But to me, it is also walking through a copse of trees in summer, climbing into a wooden treehouse, browsing the shelves of an old library, sitting down on old furniture, searching through the storeroom in your old house, a secondhand bookshops’ cosy atmosphere, and smelling chocolate or coffee beans.2
“The next time you see a spider web, please, pause and look a little closer. You’ll be seeing one of the most high-performance materials known to man”
– Cheryl Hayashi
In fantasy and steampunk books we often come across some sort of flying ships, these usually require some piece of magic rock or magnetic field to operate. Now spiders don’t need to fly airships if they ever want to take over the world, but the way in which they manage to fly to different and far off places sounds just as magical or science-fictional as these fictional means of transport, except with actual science behind it. So this is how they work Continue reading “Writing Inspiration: Learning to Fly Airships from a Spider”