I really, really-really-really didn't want to play, but after all the angsty twaddle, and bollocksy butterflies, it ended up; not only being good fun, but being a good gig too. We've been booked back, got another booking from a different venue, and I watched as a guy in the audience sang along with the chorus to 'love song'.
I don't mean to sound arsey, but watching a total stranger singing a bit of a song you've written, has to be the best high on the planet.
Time to take my medication!
Monday 26 February 2007
Sunday 25 February 2007
A writer's gig
It's 2pm on the day of the gig. Yesterday we rehearsed the entire set, and I was fine, today I feel like crap, and every time I swallow I'm more than aware of my throat. I just want to go back to bed, and I'm not sure if it's because I'm truly ill or suffering stage fright. Pathetic, huh? It's only a stupid pub.
I haven't written anything in nearly a week - idle git that I am.
I haven't written anything in nearly a week - idle git that I am.
Friday 23 February 2007
What the Doctor said
I staggered into the surgery at 09.30 - early, for once. They have a neat new touch screen computer (designed to remove human elements: such as sympathy) enabling you to check in for your appointment.
The doctor is new - to me anyway, and a woman. Luckily, women have sore throats too. If it had been anything more 'personal', I might have run for the hills.
So ... I have a bacterial infection of the throat, and have to take 500mgs of Penicillin VK four times a day.
This doesn't bode well for the gig I'm playing this sunday. :(
The doctor is new - to me anyway, and a woman. Luckily, women have sore throats too. If it had been anything more 'personal', I might have run for the hills.
So ... I have a bacterial infection of the throat, and have to take 500mgs of Penicillin VK four times a day.
This doesn't bode well for the gig I'm playing this sunday. :(
A theory of sickness
Being ill isn't too bad for the first day or two, though it actually depends on what commitments you have to put aside in order to suffer in style.
As I write, it's already been way too long, and no sign of getting better, yet.
I'm off to see el Doctoro in the morning. Everyone else has been given a course of Anti-biotics, so I assume I'll get the same - though I'm loath to take them for something as seemingly trivial as a cough.... My immune system must be capable of fighting it off, otherwise, in the words of Dads Armies John Laurie, "We're doomed!"
As I write, it's already been way too long, and no sign of getting better, yet.
I'm off to see el Doctoro in the morning. Everyone else has been given a course of Anti-biotics, so I assume I'll get the same - though I'm loath to take them for something as seemingly trivial as a cough.... My immune system must be capable of fighting it off, otherwise, in the words of Dads Armies John Laurie, "We're doomed!"
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Still 'ick 'n' mopey.
I posted this elsewhere:
I've just gone through my work in progress folder, and apart from Seraph, King of the Marsh, Albert's Day and Kempton, I've got four other short stories percolating. 'Gin' is loosely based around a true event from my ... well I'd guess you'd say adolescence. 'Dearly Beloved' is set in a boarding school. 'Mirror's Edge' is set in Yosemite, and 'Around and Around We Go' is weird. Maybe supernatural would suffice as a genre.
So ... I have all these ideas partially written, and I so want to work on something, yet I'm feeling fuddled, and yuk. I've spent hours today thinking about thinking - if that makes any sense. And now I feel like actually doing something, I should go to bed ... otherwise my body clock's going to be knackered.
M wants to change the name of the band, and oddly, I couldn't give two hoots. I had a feeling it was in the wind, and though we have talked about it before, I'm not reacting in the way I envisaged. I'm not leaping up and down, pouting - though that might be due to the sore throat. Bottom line: I'm not as rabidly attached to it as I thought I would be. Either that, or my doppelgänger is seething, and will explode in a psyoptic rage the next time we transmogrify, and eradicate half of the universe. Dunno.
The cat says meowllo.
I've just gone through my work in progress folder, and apart from Seraph, King of the Marsh, Albert's Day and Kempton, I've got four other short stories percolating. 'Gin' is loosely based around a true event from my ... well I'd guess you'd say adolescence. 'Dearly Beloved' is set in a boarding school. 'Mirror's Edge' is set in Yosemite, and 'Around and Around We Go' is weird. Maybe supernatural would suffice as a genre.
So ... I have all these ideas partially written, and I so want to work on something, yet I'm feeling fuddled, and yuk. I've spent hours today thinking about thinking - if that makes any sense. And now I feel like actually doing something, I should go to bed ... otherwise my body clock's going to be knackered.
M wants to change the name of the band, and oddly, I couldn't give two hoots. I had a feeling it was in the wind, and though we have talked about it before, I'm not reacting in the way I envisaged. I'm not leaping up and down, pouting - though that might be due to the sore throat. Bottom line: I'm not as rabidly attached to it as I thought I would be. Either that, or my doppelgänger is seething, and will explode in a psyoptic rage the next time we transmogrify, and eradicate half of the universe. Dunno.
The cat says meowllo.
Saturday 17 February 2007
Grotty
I'm feeling grotty, ill, and bad tempered. I ache, my throat is sore, and a headache comes and goes - taunting me. Meh.
None-the-less I feel behoved to blog on how wonderful the gift was I got from my mate Kapitano. Not a red-rose or a bottle of wine, not a yacht or a villa in the south of France; but a short story called Future/Past. Kapitano, when he can be bothered, writes really well, and this is no exception.
Without further ado: read it here!
Thanks, G!
None-the-less I feel behoved to blog on how wonderful the gift was I got from my mate Kapitano. Not a red-rose or a bottle of wine, not a yacht or a villa in the south of France; but a short story called Future/Past. Kapitano, when he can be bothered, writes really well, and this is no exception.
Without further ado: read it here!
Thanks, G!
Wednesday 14 February 2007
Valentine felicitations
I would like to say Happy St.Valentine's Day to all those who happen by.
If you come by tomorrow, it'll be too late: unless you'd like to take the sentiment away with you, and keep it for next year. Feel free. And feel free to leave a comment, too. You know it makes sense.
Waffle over.
Camy :)
If you come by tomorrow, it'll be too late: unless you'd like to take the sentiment away with you, and keep it for next year. Feel free. And feel free to leave a comment, too. You know it makes sense.
Waffle over.
Camy :)
Friday 9 February 2007
What drives me?
I'm generally lazy. I know this, and I accept it, and furthermore I'm way too long in the tooth to sign up for the Army.* Anyway. The last job I had (read: travelling to paid work) they'd want me in at 10am and I'd roll in at eleven. It got to the point were they'd just be glad to see me, which was odd - though I didn't think so at the time. It not that I can even put it down to drugs.
Where was I?
Music: I haven't written a song in nearly a year. I have instead, switched to poetry and prose. I'm not unhappy, because we rehearse three or four times a week, but I was so intensely into song writing and now the energy, the muse, has gone elsewhere, and I'm worried I won't get it back to music.
Each of us has a great 'work' we have to produce for - well,posterity isn't right ... maybe it's for a shelf in the library of the gods. A 'work' we can be proud of in our final hours. Something we can hold close and say "I did this! It wasn't all for nothing."
I don't think money is important. Ha, fucking ha. We don't need it to survive, to create. Ok, that's fatuous. Money is important. You can't produce shit if you don't eat. Hmm, there's deep for you. This is beginning to be a ghastly ramble, and here it ends.
No! Wait. The question 'what drives me?' I have no idea.
*"Join the Army, and you'll get a grounding in personal discipline that will last you for life" - some dozy relation.
Where was I?
Music: I haven't written a song in nearly a year. I have instead, switched to poetry and prose. I'm not unhappy, because we rehearse three or four times a week, but I was so intensely into song writing and now the energy, the muse, has gone elsewhere, and I'm worried I won't get it back to music.
Each of us has a great 'work' we have to produce for - well,posterity isn't right ... maybe it's for a shelf in the library of the gods. A 'work' we can be proud of in our final hours. Something we can hold close and say "I did this! It wasn't all for nothing."
I don't think money is important. Ha, fucking ha. We don't need it to survive, to create. Ok, that's fatuous. Money is important. You can't produce shit if you don't eat. Hmm, there's deep for you. This is beginning to be a ghastly ramble, and here it ends.
No! Wait. The question 'what drives me?' I have no idea.
*"Join the Army, and you'll get a grounding in personal discipline that will last you for life" - some dozy relation.
Wednesday 7 February 2007
Humdrum daily weird
I think I've upset a friend of mine. I say, 'I think', because I received an odd email from them this morning. The friend is upset, and it's my interpretation that tells me I'm the root cause. I wouldn't mind if I'd actually upset them on purpose. But what I find annoying, is that I didn't, and I'm not even totally sure my interpretation of the email is right, and that it's me that did the upsetting.
The last paragraph probably won't make sense to anyone, except me ... which is tough, as it's my blog. So ... if you don't like it, you know what to do. See? Now that's designed to piss people off, without overtly being unpleasant. I wrote it, I'm culpable. I don't like having 'internet only' friends.
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I printed out 'King of the Marsh'. After reading it through, I got rid of a chunk of rubbish; and it's now 94 pages of arial 12pt.
I now know what I have to do, which includes: a lot of punctuation, Tweaking several scenes that don't make sense, re-writing several others, and finishing the ending. Some of the erotic scenes have to go, too.
---
'Nyquist' is ready to go, though it was written for GA's fairy tale anthology, it's now so far past the deadline, I'm just going to post it at my site, and maybe e-fiction too.
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The phone people came yesterday. After two weeks with a phone that sounded - when it worked - like a transmission from mars, and with adsl that was on and off - like a ho's dro's - they replaced the cable entirely. All was well with the universe, until this afternoon, when the crackling came back.
The repair bods will be back tomorrow. How hard can it be to connect a wire?
The last paragraph probably won't make sense to anyone, except me ... which is tough, as it's my blog. So ... if you don't like it, you know what to do. See? Now that's designed to piss people off, without overtly being unpleasant. I wrote it, I'm culpable. I don't like having 'internet only' friends.
---
I printed out 'King of the Marsh'. After reading it through, I got rid of a chunk of rubbish; and it's now 94 pages of arial 12pt.
I now know what I have to do, which includes: a lot of punctuation, Tweaking several scenes that don't make sense, re-writing several others, and finishing the ending. Some of the erotic scenes have to go, too.
---
'Nyquist' is ready to go, though it was written for GA's fairy tale anthology, it's now so far past the deadline, I'm just going to post it at my site, and maybe e-fiction too.
---
The phone people came yesterday. After two weeks with a phone that sounded - when it worked - like a transmission from mars, and with adsl that was on and off - like a ho's dro's - they replaced the cable entirely. All was well with the universe, until this afternoon, when the crackling came back.
The repair bods will be back tomorrow. How hard can it be to connect a wire?
Friday 2 February 2007
HP&TDH and other bits
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the final book in the Harry Potter cannon, is released on Saturday July 21st at one minute past midnight, and I, for one, can't wait.
The first slash fiction I stumbled across was Potter cannon stuff, and from there I went on to discover a whole new world. So, I owe JKR a big thank you. I can honestly say that had I not been 'turned on' to the Potter universe, I wouldn't have started writing, and wouldn't have met Kitty - my editor - or any of the other wonderful people I now know. Yep, it's an odd world.
'The Card' is finished, and ready for release on Valentines day. 'What Do You Think?' is also pretty much finished. It's a short of under a thousand words, and could be fitted into a longer story as a neat little scene, or stand alone by itself. I'm not sure which way to go.
Over at GA 'TheZot' has been writing a story in his blog. It's entitled 'Busted' and he releases a chapter every day. It's rough, and when it's finished he's going to edit it. But it's very refreshing to read something so 'instant'. I'm thinking of doing the same, though perhaps I should get Seraph out of the way first ... not to mention 'King of the Marsh'.
Right! Bedwards.
The first slash fiction I stumbled across was Potter cannon stuff, and from there I went on to discover a whole new world. So, I owe JKR a big thank you. I can honestly say that had I not been 'turned on' to the Potter universe, I wouldn't have started writing, and wouldn't have met Kitty - my editor - or any of the other wonderful people I now know. Yep, it's an odd world.
'The Card' is finished, and ready for release on Valentines day. 'What Do You Think?' is also pretty much finished. It's a short of under a thousand words, and could be fitted into a longer story as a neat little scene, or stand alone by itself. I'm not sure which way to go.
Over at GA 'TheZot' has been writing a story in his blog. It's entitled 'Busted' and he releases a chapter every day. It's rough, and when it's finished he's going to edit it. But it's very refreshing to read something so 'instant'. I'm thinking of doing the same, though perhaps I should get Seraph out of the way first ... not to mention 'King of the Marsh'.
Right! Bedwards.
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