This video came out June of last year, but it’s only just made it in front of my eyes. I’m sad, because it’s really good and deserves a lot of attention! Watch it all, Daniel’s smart and so is Leigh. Where one starts and the other finishes, I dunno, but it’s definitely worth a watch.
It has been a nice effect of quitting my job that I’m actually writing again. I won’t comment on the lack of funds I’m receiving from the supposed “job” but I will focus on the fact that I’ve sky-rocketed by writing through the hundred thousand words mark. It’s nice, and I’m closing in on the end of the story.
Of course, some of that time that should be spent writing is spent in other past times.
It’s such mindless entertainment, and can become repetitive at times, so I just quit and go start watching the TV show (or, more often than not, do both at the same time. Yay for two monitors).
Gotta take a break out from the hectic though. I’m getting better at it too. Knowing when to focus on the writing, when to step back from everything, etc.
Like today. Packed up myself, put two books in my bag and headed to my girlfriends. Spent the whole day reading The Regiment by Michael Asher. It’s a brilliant book telling the story of the SAS, Britain’s Special Air Service. The stories that are told are simply breathtaking, and make you rethink what you originally thought were corny WWII cliché’s. The whole walking past German/Italian guards pretending to be an officer and dressing them down; pretending to be asleep/drunk on the ground so the German patrol ignores you; taking out a field of planes with aircraft machine guns attached to the tops of jeeps.
If you’re interested in British history, or War history, then you really should check this book out. And the Prologue which focuses on the SAS’s most triumphant hour – the 1980 Iranian Embassy hostage release – is a great read, and sheds a lot of light on the event.
If you don’t know what the Iranian Embassy hostage crisis was, check out the video below. Classic footage.
I am unfortunately a little late to jump on the bandwagon for this movie it seems, having heard about it on the latest Extralife podcast, but this trailer has sold me; it looks brilliant!
I’m a fan of Greek myth any day of the week, but by gosh when you put Liam Neeson in with it I’m sold!
While we’re at it, another movie I’m looking forward to that I only just heard about is Inception, starring the “I don’t hate him anymore that he grew up” Leonardo DiCaprio.
So I get to wait until the 1st of April for Clash and and 22 July for Inception. Can’t wait!
There are times when it literally feels I’ve reached the other side of a mountain peak. Now is one such time, having made it through a hellish job working at my local supermarket. Suffering from anxiety and depression is a bitch at the best of times, but having the life literally sucked out of you and your personality quashed beneath the sheer weight of oppressiveness really opened my eyes – again – to why I’m so suited to freelance writing.
So I’m back, reporting from the other side of yuk, and writing for Comic Book Movie again. It’s nice to be back at the site that really helped me get my footing in freelance writing and shaped my writing skills. I’ve got my own “fansite” there where my stuff will be posted – here – and I’ll be covering as much as I can from the world of comics, comic book movies, and movies.
I’ll also be picking up my content producing at Fantasy Book Review, where I’ll be contributing to the news blog. Hopefully we’ll be able to increase the site’s exposure by increasing the news that we deliver in tandem with the reviews we’re dishing out.
I sat down a day or so ago and conducted my own little review-a-thon, and cranked out 7 reviews, including this one on Scott Lynch’s second book in the Gentleman Bastard series, Red Seas Under Red Skies. It rates 7.5 on the site’s current rating system (a 75 on mine).
So I’m awake, at nearly half past 2am on the fourth of the new year, on the day that I hopefully sit into a new routine. I’ll be aiming for mornings writing articles, afternoons writing my novel, and evenings with Bronwyn or reading (or both, preferably). It’s a wonderful feeling a) being away from the previous job, but also b) being in God’s will for my life.
So yeah… Happy New Year everybody, and as I said on Twitter;
Happy New Year. May God bless it, and you, and those you love.
Hallelujah, my girlfriend is back in town! After far too many days up the coastline, she’s back, and I’m happy. We got to sit and watch the cricket, talk about those matches we remember (I’m older, so I remember a vast many more, and actually know who Jonty Rhodes is). It was wonderful.
And now I have work, and I’m not overly stressed.
It’s not (probably) related to Bronwyn being home. It does however, I think, have to do with the fact that I promptly found out Tuesday morning that I am unable to cope with morning shifts. It was debasing, frustrating, and had me on the verge of tears for a lot of Tuesday morn. But, as people are want to say, “we live and we learn.”
So now I have to focus on working well at night, and hopefully find myself a job that doesn’t involve me being awake at 2am and still working!
Any takers?
Every few months – very much not like clockwork, because if it was like clockwork, the clock would have you late for work by about a month – I get these craving’s. It’s like a pregnant woman (or so I’m led to believe). It starts in the head, my fingers get trigger happy and my head starts desiring to pretend being a female human warrior.
That’s right, I return to World of Warcraft.
And it’s happening again, right now. I’m listening to the Instance and installing WoW again.
Some will laugh at me for going back to a game that, the last few time’s, I’ve gotten very bored with very quickly. But the game has such an allure for me. I love the ability to run around in this fully fleshed out fantasy world and kill stuff and look awesome in my armour! I can’t get enough of it, until I can, and then I quit.
I’m hoping that this time will last longer, as the latest patch (3.3) has some pretty cool stuff in it that I’m looking forward to checking out. Hopefully I can get into some decent instancing with the cross-realm LFG system, and I’m looking forward to seeing the new quest stuff.
Show of hands who cares!
*hand up*
I dislike the term “writers’ block.” It’s the layman term for a lull in writing used by people who think that writing a book is as easy as writing an essay for school. It’s the way in which they try and make sense of them working a day job and this “layabout” not doing what he/she says they’re supposed to be doing.
Make sense?
So I tend to use other terms to describe the lull’s and stoppages to my writing.
One was writers’ ennui, and it fit perfectly (scroll down a few posts for that one). Another one is writers’ (road) block, and it’s pretty much not the writers’ fault. Just like a road block to a driver, it isn’t the driver’s fault they’ve run into road works, it’s just happened.
And so is writing in a world where “life” seems to be all to frequent.
Don’t get me wrong; writing blocks happen and I’ve suffered all to many. But sometime’s other things get in the way that stop all manner of writing’s, not to mention thought. For as much as there are times where you can’t write, there are doubly more where you can’t think of what to write.
As I struggle through another bout of what can only really be called temporary aggravating insomnia I return to the computer. It’s the default position in my house, that or one of the chairs with a book. I’m looking for freelance writing work, so at the moment, it was a good bet that I’d be hunkered down at the computer looking for work across the internets and pleading my case to all and sundry.
Last night (TOnight?) was also the Whitehorse Carol’s. It was a tremendous amount of fun, as always, with another horrible rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus to top off the night (not to mention We Wish You A Merry Christmas stuck in our heads for the following two hours).
The weird kid’s time with the odd Santa’s Helper lady and, what I can only assume was a drunk Transylvanian Santa Claus did add the night a hint of the absurd, but it was rendered moot by some wonderfully sung carols.
I won’t touch on the absence of Dennis Walters as it still hurts to talk about. It’s in the same vein as Ray Martin no longer hosting the real Carols by Candlelight.
Anyway, here are some photos from the night, a random house I walked past on the way home, and some pictures from housesitting.
A blog is one of those things that, when things get even the smallest bit busy, get’s lost by the wayside. It’s a pity, as they are often a great place to thrash out thoughts and ideas. And if nothing else, it serves as a great way to get off your chest the shit that is currently occupying your mind.
So I return to the internet.
I looked at GoDaddy and SquareSpace and thought about going it out on my own, but figured I would wait to put down an investment – ie, hosting, a domain – until I knew that I could keep up with it again.
It’s three am here, and I really thought I’d be in bed by now. But I’ve got Dave Matthews Band on in the background, and I am not tired. It’s frustrating, as I had planned to go to church in the morning, but … decisions are being rethought.
That being said, I’m really looking forward to the Whitehorse Christmas Carols this avo. Should be a lot of fun!
It seems a touch unfair that, after a day of over 6,000 words written on my book, I can’t come up with a single one today. The way it is, I suppose, but it is mighty frustrating.
So now the decision; to bed? or do I go and read Wizard’s First Rule or Warhost of Vastmark? That’s the question.
