With my shiny new laptop all switched on and powered up I’ve started transferring a few short stories onto my short story website – here – feel free to read them and comment.
After the slow decline and final shocking fall of my Dell (it literally fell off my desk), I’m feeling all excited at being able to write online again, kind of like how you might feel while watching a scary movie. In fact, I’m watching a scary movie on channel 700 or something as I type, so I’m doubly excited.
Promised to write a couple of stories, plus I’m going to do the Same Day Collection.
That’s 6 short stories to write, then I’m going to spend the rest of the year completing Grendel which has had over a month to marinate and let me work out what happens next.
Here are three readers’ comments about The Card – taken from East of the Web:
“I absolutely loved this story. it just amazes me how
you can use this light almost innocent tone and hide
behind it such a great amount of misery. i guess that a
lot of the people who left negative comments about
your style didn’t get that it ought to be that way,
owing to the fact that your narrator most probably
comes from a poor country. i didn’t know that “In
Country” is written by you too. you just amaze me.”
with love from Egypt, Maha
“It was a not bad story… Maybe you need to re write it a little and fix the grammer.”
“More brooding, depressing writing… This crap isn’t good, so stop saying it is. There’s no intrigue, not thought, just a negative way of looking at things.”
haha – it’s all good.
Jacob Klimaszewski’s version of my short story The Card is available on YouTube here: An Englishman’s Home
I’m always interested in how a film-maker interprets a short story, and I loved this, really did. He’s altered it a little, added dialogue, switched things round a bit, but that’s fine, as the most important thing was it worked as a movie in itself, not simply as a filmed version of a story. In fact, it made me want to see what happened next.
Hmm. Maybe I’d better write the rest of it…
Some excellent news on the horizon though: my day job agreed to give me a four-day week. This is probably more to do with the fact they’re over-staffed than anything else but, well, that’s still absolutely fine by me. It means I get more time to write.
In fact it changes the whole balance of my life; I’m not ambitious, have no desire for promotion or anything, and while I’m fairly good at what I do, I only do it to pay the rent, so getting a three day weekend, every weekend, is shifting my world toward the positive end of the scale.
Plus my holidays are arriving soon.
Andwith the new pc/mac/whatever I buy next week, I should be able to launch FrontLip by August. Get on and complete Grendel. Complete some new short stories
So, apart from being even more broke than I am now, it’s all good.
I’m off to open the wine. Yaay!!
The picture (left) is a memento of a trip up the coast. For reasons out of my control, my trip was cut short, which was a shame as it was quite lovely up there.
My current laptop gives me about ten minutes before it crashes, and shortly after that, the battery dies. So I’m buying a new PC next weekend, and then I’ll be writing online again.
Going to complete the first draft of Grendel by the end of the summer, and then rewrite it by the end of the year. I really want to find out what happens.