As the lockdown grinds on I find myself in a Groundhog Day of wake, do stuff, repeat, with no change of scenery, no meeting anyone new, no new horizons… I’m going ever so slightly stir-crazy.
But being English, Groundhog Day doesn’t really compute. So, Squirrel Day? Hedgehog Day?
Whatever it’s called, that’s me snuffling about in the garden, head down, searching for grubs and nuts. Every day the same.
Finding myself unemployed for the moment, I completed the edit of London Rain, then I decided to re-decorate. Add that to an audiobook of The Blade Itself and I’m quite content with the week.
Books are the punctuation marks of my world.
I was planning on finishing Spenderella last year, as a Christmas short-story-cum-novella featuring my action here Mark Barrett. A present to the lads in the breakfast club, if nothing else. I didn’t finish it in time so I put it away.
This year I didn’t think I’d have time to complete it, but I do.
A series of short stories, folded into the pages of a short story. Free kindle download 28th October – 1st November.
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Computers are so powerful they can just about create new realities.
I quite like this reality.
I wouldn’t give any of this up, not even the bad stuff. It’s all I want.
the shakers – Some of the best contemporary short stories you can read.
Free kindle download 24-28 October. Click the image for link or search on Amazon:
I took a couple of weeks away from writing to calm things down a little, recalibrate and refit.
After some thought I decided on a do-able writing target every year – 1 big, 1 small – plus other non-writing stuff like exercise & health, meditation and, crucially, my daily routine.
Because routine is everything.
Routine kills doubt.
Routine gets it done.
If the YouTube algorithms wanted to know what I like they’d simply have to look at my history.
In no particular order:
They give me adverts for football.
There’s a saying in IT – stupid in, stupid out. Which is what I think every time YouTube gives me an advert for football, or gambling, or football-related gambling.
Because I don’t like football. And I don’t gamble.
Those algorithms paint with a broad brush. Sure, if someone has a mind to, they can focus their attentions on a single person, but for me, a generic YouTube user, they miss the target completely, every time.
Which is a waste of their money and my time.
Listening to Bitches Brew as I read. The band sounds like it would if there was a party going on next door, you can feel the groove and hear bits and pieces, but nothing concrete, it’s all fluid.
Then Miles begins to play and it’s like someone opened the adjoining door and now you’re in the party. Lovely, but not music to read by. So I put on some Froy Aagre.
Then I remembered I can’t read and listen to music.