I’m obviously not a very dedicated blogger; it’s been a few weeks since my last outing here. I’m feeling more than a little guilty about that, and about not always keeping up with the community as well as I should.
Things have been pretty quiet on the writing / publication front recently, but I couldn’t let July pass by without posting something, even something as pointless as this.
Update-wise, I’m taking a break from shorts and am sketching out what will hopefully be a novella of sorts. A pretty dark and bleak one at that, by the looks of it.
Right now, I’m just hoping I can stay focused enough on this little project to see it through and make it the best it can be.
Time will tell.
Monday, 28 June 2010 What Now?
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…
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?
Friday, 14 May 2010 Locked Up
Just a quick word of utterly shameful self promotion today. My flash piece Lock and Key is due to go live over at 52 Stitches on Sunday.
I don’t mean to sound needy, but…
Check it out.
Go on.
Please.
Thanks again to Aaron for having me.
I don’t mean to sound needy, but…
Check it out.
Go on.
Please.
Thanks again to Aaron for having me.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010 How it All Ends
I know it has its critics, but for my money Lost is the best TV show there has been for years, maybe the best ever, period. I’m a complete Lost apologist, no doubt about it.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to (and also, to some extent, dreading) the final act.
With just 2 episodes left before the finale I find myself in a bit of a quandary. It usually airs on Tuesday in the States and Friday here in the UK, so we’re 3 days behind which is pretty good going for us Brits.
For the finale though, we’re going to be a full 5 days behind. So, the question is: is there any real chance I can avoid spoilers for that long, especially with something as eagerly anticipated as this?
No matter how hard I try to avoid the Net for a few days, you can pretty much guarantee snippets or even the whole shebang will sneak out somewhere when I least expect it.
Worse still, if I overhear a conversation on the bus revealing that it’s actually all a dream and the whole cast wake up in the shower being lathered up by a sparkly-eyed Bobby Ewing, I will not be happy.
I don’t really want to join the dodgy-download-brigade, so the only real alternative is to lock myself away in an isolation chamber and lose a week of my life.
I just hope it’s worth it.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to (and also, to some extent, dreading) the final act.
With just 2 episodes left before the finale I find myself in a bit of a quandary. It usually airs on Tuesday in the States and Friday here in the UK, so we’re 3 days behind which is pretty good going for us Brits.
For the finale though, we’re going to be a full 5 days behind. So, the question is: is there any real chance I can avoid spoilers for that long, especially with something as eagerly anticipated as this?
No matter how hard I try to avoid the Net for a few days, you can pretty much guarantee snippets or even the whole shebang will sneak out somewhere when I least expect it.
Worse still, if I overhear a conversation on the bus revealing that it’s actually all a dream and the whole cast wake up in the shower being lathered up by a sparkly-eyed Bobby Ewing, I will not be happy.
I don’t really want to join the dodgy-download-brigade, so the only real alternative is to lock myself away in an isolation chamber and lose a week of my life.
I just hope it’s worth it.
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