Today has already involved a nearby balloon landing - which actually looked like it was going to be in our backyard, and which freaked out the dogs mightily - a coffee - which even with the 15% surcharge seemed remarkably expensive - a perusal of the paper, and five hundred words of a scene that ends with a hand gripping my protagonist's shoulder*.
So fairly productive, so far.
*I'm putting my character through hell in this story, and am finding it painful to write, as I'm prodding a few obssessive sore points of my own. Hopefully there's a few laughs in there too.
One of the joys of the Writerly Lifetm is that just a couple of moderately successful writing events (a few plot problems solved, a couple of pages of draft written) can lift a rather crappy day into a good one. Writing can be very potent medicine.
And, how good is the Fleet Foxes Album*? Perfect for writing, and long moonlit walks down lonesome streets.
Talking of bands and such, only two and a bit weeks until Okkervil River play the Zoo. You know you want to see them.
Today I've been a bit worried by just how quiet I've become on my blog. Not much is ostensibly afoot, so I've been interfretting.
It has been quiet around here - my brain has been focussed on other things, and this little bit o' the web gets neglected and grows little cobwebs of its own. Still, there's doings afoot, readings and writings, and whatnot, maybe even a couple of sketches of the dogs: you might be so lucky.
It's not just the bloggery, that's caused this interfretting, I'm a bit behind in keeping up with what's been going on. Anything interesting that I've missed out on?
through the driving rain, with two dogs on my lap. It's been a while since a trip from Lismore has broken the three hour mark, but this did it (un)comfortably.
Still, we're home, though not for too much longer. We've already had a bit of interest in our place, and I get the feeling we'll be out sooner than later. I'm going to miss this unit, but it's time for change. A study where I can't hear the television would be nice.
are never what you expect them to be. I was hoping to pop into Supernova, but ended up visiting the storage unit where, increasing bits of our book collection are headed. We're getting our house ready for market and the decluttering has begun in earnest, which is a good thing, as we only have a couple of days to go.
I'm starting to realise how spacious a place can be when you remove a couple of thousand books from it.
I love books, not just for their contents, I love the smell of them, the weight of them, but sometimes I think I would be so much better off if I could contain my entire library in just one handheld device (come to think of it, if I had the money, I could).
And then I could collect wind-up robots instead...
In case you haven't heard, Kaaron Warren has three (count em, three) new books coming out through Angry Robot. The first is called Slights, and it looks very interesting indeed - which it will no doubt be, as Kaaron is one of Australia's finest short story writers.
And the cover, well, it's a mite disturbing. You can check it out here
SF writer and Silent Motion Picture Actor, Trent Jamieson should be 106 years old, but is only 36 on account of TEMPORAL RADIATION.
He lives in Brisbane with his wife, Diana.
He is currently writing a series of novels called Death Works, due to be published by Orbit in 2010-2011.
They're about Death.
He can be contacted at teacupthrenody at gmail dot com