Now that Lost is done and dusted and England are (based on performance and attitude, quite rightly) out of the World Cup, I’m in desperate need of a new obsession to keep me going.
If I don’t find something quick smart, then I’m in real danger of having some distraction-free writing time on my hands.
There must be something else out there to stop me putting pen to paper, surely?
I’ve always thought I’d be a dab hand at crocheting…
Thursday, 24 June 2010 Listen Up
Friends, bloggers, random i-Pod shufflers, lend me your ears… if you have a few minutes to spare, that is.
Head on over to the excellent Cast Macabre where you’ll find my story Lock and Key. It’s part of their Stab of Fear flash fiction series and is given a great reading by host Barry J. Northern.
Feel free to drop a comment at the main site or on the Cast Macabre Facebook page – how fancy is that?
As an added bonus, you can rest assured that anyone kind enough to add a word or two is guaranteed some mighty Bonehill generated support and flag waving for a World Cup team of their choosing… except Germany… sorry.
Thanks to Barry for bringing my little tale to life.
Now, what are you doing still here?
Head on over to the excellent Cast Macabre where you’ll find my story Lock and Key. It’s part of their Stab of Fear flash fiction series and is given a great reading by host Barry J. Northern.
Feel free to drop a comment at the main site or on the Cast Macabre Facebook page – how fancy is that?
As an added bonus, you can rest assured that anyone kind enough to add a word or two is guaranteed some mighty Bonehill generated support and flag waving for a World Cup team of their choosing… except Germany… sorry.
Thanks to Barry for bringing my little tale to life.
Now, what are you doing still here?
Thursday, 10 June 2010 On the Trail
Book trailers can be a strange thing; sometimes cheap and tacky, sometimes very well executed and intriguing enough to get you clicking through to Amazon.
Without doubt, this is the best one I’ve seen.
Without doubt, this is the best one I’ve seen.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010 Answers? Who Needs Answers?
Two weeks after the rest of the modern world, I finally managed to catch up with the Lost finale over the weekend.
I’ve suffered self-imposed exile, a near-total media blackout and manfully resisted all temptations to have a sneak peek at Lost news. I’ve used the net at work only when necessary and with one eye half closed for fear of stumbling across unwanted revelations. I even had a sign on my office door promising to bestow vast unpleasantness upon anyone who divulged anything, anything at all.
So, the big question is: was it all worth it?
The answer is a clear cut yes… and no.
I thought parts of it were absolutely fantastic and others were a little disappointing.
It’s not the lack of answers that bothered me – after all, mysteries are enticing because they’re… well… mysterious. Take that away and what are you left with?
It was the saturation of sentimentality that nagged at me a little. I’m all for tugging at the heart-strings and shedding a tear or two, but it was all too much, and each new tender ‘awakening’ just seemed to distract from the emotional core rather than enhance it.
Still, minor quibbles aside, it was more or less a fitting end and I have no complaints about Lost as a whole.
It’s given me six years of inventive and ever intriguing television – a great story, brilliantly told. Can’t ask for much more than that.
And, let’s face it, who wouldn’t kill to write something that could make people react like the bunch of bawlers below?
I’ve suffered self-imposed exile, a near-total media blackout and manfully resisted all temptations to have a sneak peek at Lost news. I’ve used the net at work only when necessary and with one eye half closed for fear of stumbling across unwanted revelations. I even had a sign on my office door promising to bestow vast unpleasantness upon anyone who divulged anything, anything at all.
So, the big question is: was it all worth it?
The answer is a clear cut yes… and no.
I thought parts of it were absolutely fantastic and others were a little disappointing.
It’s not the lack of answers that bothered me – after all, mysteries are enticing because they’re… well… mysterious. Take that away and what are you left with?
It was the saturation of sentimentality that nagged at me a little. I’m all for tugging at the heart-strings and shedding a tear or two, but it was all too much, and each new tender ‘awakening’ just seemed to distract from the emotional core rather than enhance it.
Still, minor quibbles aside, it was more or less a fitting end and I have no complaints about Lost as a whole.
It’s given me six years of inventive and ever intriguing television – a great story, brilliantly told. Can’t ask for much more than that.
And, let’s face it, who wouldn’t kill to write something that could make people react like the bunch of bawlers below?
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