Went back to our apartment in the City to work because for once I had many webshop clients on the same day, but although it was a relief to get relative peace (minus the renovation of the next floor apartment), I still felt a little bad about leaving Char with Jay.… Read more
As usual, every 100 posts, here are some reflections about where I have been for the last 100 days – and some about where I am going.
Due to the waves that have crashed in early-mid October so to speak (more on that on these post dates) this ‘look back’ is probably more going to be a ‘look forward’, because so much is still uncertain at the time of writing this post (mid October).… Read more
Got another (big) gig today and washed a lot of clothes and diapers, but that’s not what was foremost on my mind. Or rather it was not that which was most important in my mind.
You see, one question I have to answer in my talk is whether or not, or how much, Defoe’s book was inspired by Alexander Selkirk.… Read more
Wrote a new novella, my first one this year.
I have officially quit doing the novellas about Carrie Sawyer (ex-drug addict, mother-in training, struggling artist) at least with any meaningful drive.
Creatively they are not really what I want to do with my writing anymore – if anything. Commercially – well, never mind.… Read more
And so our son was born Saturday night, after a totally fine labor process things went wrong and it was a cesarean. Except of course that things only go wrong if the result is bad. And it wasn’t.
Our little boy is healthy and fine but we have had about 5 hours of sleep all in all since that day (after a 12 hour medically induced labor), so … reality dictates that those entries will be written later.… Read more
In alternative history writing there is a concept called POD – Point of Divergence. Like: When history did change – and what caused it? Was Oswald late for lunch on 22 Nov 1963 and if so, did JFK get home alive for his lunch?
I’ve toyed with this concept in my new story, The Many Worlds of World War III (see downloads), which is finished now.… Read more
Writing this at 915 PM after another long day. It feels oddly like a ‘sin’ to write about the end of the world, when I’m about to become a father.
On the other hand, there is a story here I know I’ve wanted to, well, make real for a very, very long time.… Read more
Today I went to see St Joan (Bernard Shaw’s play) which quickened me a bit. Which was good, because I felt grey inside, as if mist had taken up residence in my heart – or swirled dangerously close.
I felt cut off from something vital, perhaps from supportive social circles for some of my higher goals of life, such as this blog and other things.… Read more
Because I felt like it:
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That’s when I find the old novella draft from Lin. Another one unfinished. I kept it because she allowed me to keep it, when I was afraid she’d throw it out.
She would have. Then it was with my mum for a long time, until she dropped most of my archived stuff here last year.
Listening to the old Pet Shop Boys/Eighth Wonder-song, I’m Not Scared, tonight for the millionth time.
It’s my ‘theme music’ to the little graphic novel I’m doing, as my own personal soup for the soul every evening.
The song is about a relationship which is a bit of a mystery, but to which the main character is continually drawn.… Read more
So I saw Star Wars: Rogue One today with Char and ES and MA, old friends.
It was fairly entertaining and the best since 1983’s Return of the Jedi for me. But a far cry from really moving, although it had its moments.
Strange to say that about a film in which the entire cast is killed off!… Read more