‘Bless me WordPress, for I have sinned; it’s been sixteen days since my last post.’
‘Why, my child? Does the satanic evil plague you?’
‘No, I’m just a lazy bastard…’
OK, maybe that’s not 100% true.
I have been busy…at some points. 60% busy, 40% lazy.
What’s been happening then? Well…
College is still a Thing, as much as I’d like it not to be. Art installation is the forefront of our lessons, and I have thus far learnt these two things: If I get a random woman to bite an apple and superimpose that footage over more footage of a snake, then that’s art, and secondly: the answer to any question I don’t know is “money”.
That and lessons in script writing, which, on my part (in definitely not a big-headed or up-my-own-arse way), is like teaching a monkey how to climb trees.
This isn’t just any further education, this is south-east London further education.
I’m writing, obviously. I’ve been asked to write an audio drama for Word of Mouth (follow them on twitter, @wordofmouthprod) , but I don’t think I can say else other than it’s going well. Maybe. I think. I hope. Anyway, it’s paid work, so rainbows and unicorns all ‘round.
I plan to release a collection of short stories soon, a word which here means “when I can be bothered”, which I’m hoping will be very soon indeed. I want each story finished before Christmas, definitely. Is that realistic? Probably not, but I’ll try. I can’t stand letting things get stagnant. The stories are sort of in the middle of being conceived; there’s baby vampires, witches, wizards, Death, an old hero in a Job Centre and prostitutes, all swimming around in my notebook. Soon, hopefully, soon…
I think the Book has been lost in the world of Rejection. There’s been no luck yet and an increasing load of rejection letters. When I think about it, I go from thinking that the whole poxy 70k word mess was a horrific tangle of characters and senselessness to remembering that passage, or that bit of dialogue that I actually don’t think was that bad. Either way, I’ve disowned it, left it on the metaphorical orphanage steps. It was an education, definitely. Next time – and there will be a next time, very soon – the manuscript isn’t leaving my house until I’m 100% sure it’s ready. Next time will be better…
In the meantime, Life has reared its head and is getting in the bloody way of everything. I need a job, because apparently just writing all the time isn’t a proper job. I’ve applied jobs. I still have no job. I’ll apply for more jobs. I don’t care what it is, so long as I get to write.
I don’t think I know how to do much else, really.