And you thought I'd forgotten about this
I've been plagued with a vague sense of guilt about the lack of blogging. I even made a tick chart to encourage regular entries, but it's so empty I might have to take it down. It looks like one of those supermarkets with two tins of beans on a wonky shelf: just a bit abandoned and shit.
Still, it only takes being stuck on a story to send me diving back into the land of blogging. I'm currently trying to write a story which contains erotica and it turns out that my erotica is mainly talking, sadness and not a whiff of a shag. I suppose there's a niche market for erotica where it's all whittering and no nookie, but I'm afraid that market is one man in Barnsley and I'm not sure how to find him.
In general, things are good. Well...fine. They're fine. I had a summer of win thanks to the Edinburgh International Book Festival and my job as Imagination Lab manager, followed by a September of bumping into things with bewilderment. Now September's nearly over, my to do list has gone from huge to manageable (by crossing out, rather than achieving anything) and I'm looking forward to an Autumn of productive hibernation.
I've stuck a list of current projects on my wall, which I'm hoping will stop me getting distracted. I have a tendency to get excited by anything that's offered (not like that, you filth monster) which means I never get anything done. There are ten months left of my student-dom and it would be daft to the nth degree to waste this opportunity. I have recurring nightmares that I'll stumble out of my Masters with no more writing in my portfolio, having wasted every chance chucked my way, with a whole heap of debt and an addiction to the canteen's hot chocolate. There's a strong possibility at least one of those will definitely happen.
So. For the next three months (I'm re-assessing at the end of the year) I will be... (stop now if you're not me. This really has stepped beyond the realms of interest to even close relatives. Seriously, you're still going? Do you have a deadline you're avoiding? Because it won't move, you know. You may claim that you just need to read this and then you'll get on with everything but you know you won't. Before you know it, it'll be 3 in the afternoon and you'll be looking up clips of Japanese kittens on YouTube.)
- Comedy. Relevant, decent comedy. Occasional gigs to keep my hand in until next year, writing for a couple of cool projects and submitting stuff to radio when it comes up.
- Entering every writing competition going. Apart from poetry. I'm not daft.
-Finishing this sodding children's book, which seems to be shorter every time I look at it.
-Researching massive novel thing which should be started in December
-Doing work for uni, including my mentoring sessions
-Blogging and keeping up my website, in lieu of actually having human contact. It'll let y'all know I'm still alive.
-Earning a certain (pretty low) amount of money so that I don't starve every month.
That's about it. I know. I told you the last bit was boring. You've only yourself to blame.