Gold lame' / Gray Christmas
Wow, that shows how often I properly update this thing- you can post LJ by phone now if you've got a paid account! What the hell? I feel old.
Anyway, so I guess it's that time of year where people get all reflective, and I'm not talking about donning gold lame' or polishing themselves up real nice.
Christmas was nice but quiet- spent the morning with Fee and then drove home to Portsmouth to see mum and dad and catch up with my gran. The folks are doing well, though mum's started talking about retirement and how she's started working in a hospice a few evenings a week- not cheery but rewarding by the sounds of it. Dad was full of carpet-cleaning-franchise-empire building stories and gran has reached the age where she pretty much spends 80% of all conversations reminiscing about the past. Still, learnt some things that my dad never told me about himself, like he had tuberculosis at the age of 5 and spent 18 months in a hospital. He missed school for pretty much that entire time, so it's damn impressive considering how well he did for himself becoming the director of a 400 staff engineering plant.
I'm still at the Royal Bank of Scotland, still sold my soul to corporate servitude, still confused as to how the hell I ended up in this job, but one day my loans will be repaid and I'll become the struggling penniless writer I dream to be. Heady heights indeed. Haven't written a goddamn single word on my novel for the last six months and its beginning to chew me up inside at the moment. Have too many distractions in my life- like the games I run or work- to just get my teeth into the damn thing. Going home was good though as the drive back always lets my mind wander and find its way back to the plot, as it were. I need to make some changes soon regards the way I spend my free time and something's gona have to give to let me get the first draft of the story done.
2005 will be the year the (first draft aleast of the) novel is drafted, the year the Bristol UnderWorld live game will probably came to a close, the year I'll be 27 (suggestions for alternative birthday celebrations greatfully recieved- I've done the same thing two years running now) and the year I take a view on whether I should start looking for a new job come September (the two year anniversary)- possibly even working for my old boss/ young friend's own PR company (current staff: 2). It'll also be the year that Manicman heads off to the US (Chicago by the sounds of it) and that I do a better job of keeping up with Netalterego. I've locked myself off in my own little world for the last twelve months, keeping my head down, getting work done, distracting myself with LRP or little creative projects that fail to come to fruition or get lost down the back of the sofa- time to wake up.
It's gona be an interesting year.
Anyway, so I guess it's that time of year where people get all reflective, and I'm not talking about donning gold lame' or polishing themselves up real nice.
Christmas was nice but quiet- spent the morning with Fee and then drove home to Portsmouth to see mum and dad and catch up with my gran. The folks are doing well, though mum's started talking about retirement and how she's started working in a hospice a few evenings a week- not cheery but rewarding by the sounds of it. Dad was full of carpet-cleaning-franchise-empire building stories and gran has reached the age where she pretty much spends 80% of all conversations reminiscing about the past. Still, learnt some things that my dad never told me about himself, like he had tuberculosis at the age of 5 and spent 18 months in a hospital. He missed school for pretty much that entire time, so it's damn impressive considering how well he did for himself becoming the director of a 400 staff engineering plant.
I'm still at the Royal Bank of Scotland, still sold my soul to corporate servitude, still confused as to how the hell I ended up in this job, but one day my loans will be repaid and I'll become the struggling penniless writer I dream to be. Heady heights indeed. Haven't written a goddamn single word on my novel for the last six months and its beginning to chew me up inside at the moment. Have too many distractions in my life- like the games I run or work- to just get my teeth into the damn thing. Going home was good though as the drive back always lets my mind wander and find its way back to the plot, as it were. I need to make some changes soon regards the way I spend my free time and something's gona have to give to let me get the first draft of the story done.
2005 will be the year the (first draft aleast of the) novel is drafted, the year the Bristol UnderWorld live game will probably came to a close, the year I'll be 27 (suggestions for alternative birthday celebrations greatfully recieved- I've done the same thing two years running now) and the year I take a view on whether I should start looking for a new job come September (the two year anniversary)- possibly even working for my old boss/ young friend's own PR company (current staff: 2). It'll also be the year that Manicman heads off to the US (Chicago by the sounds of it) and that I do a better job of keeping up with Netalterego. I've locked myself off in my own little world for the last twelve months, keeping my head down, getting work done, distracting myself with LRP or little creative projects that fail to come to fruition or get lost down the back of the sofa- time to wake up.
It's gona be an interesting year.