The week that was: In which things change and stay the same

25 02 2010

Horribly late with this.

World:

I don’t know what happened. This week (meaning last week) went with a whirlwind because of course the piece of information I alluded to in my last one of these was that I had gotten engaged. Therefore, nearly every night was spent in the process of telling various people so they found out in person rather than via the medium of this blog. Which means most of you already know this. So I’ll shut up. There was some wittering about a nice but rather uninspiring northern lass and her loutish husband but I really couldn’t care less.

Work:

Still trying to get to grips with Buzz.

Results announced in the press and to the market; it will be interesting to see what that means over the next few weeks.

Possibly the wrong sort of interesting.

Reading:

Way behind here. Finished Aliette’s book Servant of the Underworld and have started a thriller set around the time of Dickens death by Matthew Pearl. Slow going on my part due to being wiped out mid week by a migraine. Boo. Hiss.

Writing:

Didn’t suffer as much as the reading. I am still working on the TSG ending but am in full rewrite mode now. I think if I can clear a weekend that I will be able to finish, line edit and move onto something else by mid March. A bit later than I hoped but still respectable.

Fitness:

Bah. The weekend’s travels before hand, the migraine mid week and general feeling like I’d been hit by a truck meant not much happened here and I put some weight back on. However, going back to basics I have figured out a few areas that I was cutting corners on that won’t have helped. Hoping this week goes better (it is so far).

That’s it folks. Should have more interesting fare this Sunday.





The Room

16 02 2010

My short horror story “The Room” is up now on Tales of the Moonlit Path.

Just thought you might like to know. You know: if you’re interested…





The week that was: City of Light

16 02 2010

It’s that time of the week again. Been an eventful one this week.

World:

To be honest I wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on in the world as the imminent threat of snow focussed all my attention on just what the hell I was going to do if the Eurostar shut down. I vaguely got something about some designer allegedly offing himself (very sad when anyone does it, regardless of fame) and some weird Scottish fella, increasingly few people pay attention to, employing yet another cynical media trick. Oh and Wales won. Just.

Work:

Buzz was the name of the game last week as Google demonstrated its ability to casually ignore privacy to an even greater level than most social networks. For those who missed it Google launched Buzz, a twitter/facebook hybrid that sits in your Gmail interface and was – until today – defaulted to on and accidentally made all your highest frequency contacts visible to the world. I was unsurprised that caught people’s attention but shocked and disappointed that the very dodgy terms and conditions around the Buzz i-phone app didn’t attract more attention. Perhaps it was corrected quickly but certainly initially in order to use the app you had to agree to let it use your location. This may have been only for targeted advertising but if the system is used in the way Twitter is then it could have unforeseen consequences.

Writing:

Word count tailed off a bit last week. This was disappointing but I managed an end of week rally and know where I am going this week – fingers crossed. I am still working to finish off the last draft of TSG.

Reading:

Mainly reading Aliette de Bodard’s debut novel Servant of the Underworld; an Aztec murder mystery with full blown magic and mayhem; Aliette’s great story telling and artfully woven research – what’s not to love?

Fitness:

Pretty good week here. Managed to up my cardio and finally introduce some resistance work, mainly just using my own weight for now. This is of little interest really other than to draw attention to how ridiculous I look on a cross trainer and how it was an entirely different short tubby Welshman that fell off. Honest.

Travel:

Constant readers and people who know me in meatspace will know I was planning Something for last weekend. The something was a return to Paris that G was unaware of and the first time we had been back since the infamous Paris Incident that occurred shortly after this blog was started. It was a surprise for G, meant as a distraction from a rough Christmas and a means of sorting something else out that will probably spill out in the next couple of days. But not yet.

The trip was a great success: we managed to see Notre Dame, hang out in the very cool Shakespeare & Company bookshop, wander round parts of the Louvre we missed last time, see the Chinese New Year parade and ate some very good food. Best of all: I escaped pigeon attack.

So it was a pretty full on week. How was yours?





Nemesis

12 02 2010

For those following my twitter stream, and wondering what the hell I’ve been cryptically hinting at for the last week, the picture below is a clue. This weekend I face my nemesis one more time.*

A pigeon shows off his tally.

(Image via www.digitalfog.com)

* PS: Got you G. :)





Quiet

11 02 2010

The week has got away from me a bit.

Here’s some music to tide you over:

It’s cheesy but, so help me, I like it.





The week that was: Shit happens

8 02 2010

OK. So in an attempt to get some semblance of regular posting I have decided to introduce regular features. One of the problems of with the blog has been steadfast refusal to self filter and spawn other blogs for certain topics hence I subject many of you to numerous random posts that may not be of interest. The week that was will be a round up post noting stuff that happened in the last week to either me, the world (and thus worthy of comment) or just stuff from my notebook.

This is not an original idea.

It exists because it’s a handy way of letting people I know, who aren’t in my general vicinity, keep up to date with what I’ve been up to (one of the original purposes of the blog). It will be posted on Sunday/Monday times. Ish. Reviews will also be making a return soon.

So here goes:

World:

The majority of my contact with the outside world last week was limited to the odd trawl of the news feeds to learn the startling fact that Clare Short doesn’t like Tony Blair much. Who knew. In other political shenanigans it seems Andrew Marr hurt Alastair Campbell’s feelings, the news being that he has them. Who knew.

The rest of what happened in the world really passed me by for reasons that will become clear.

Work:

The day job is not really a topic I dwell on here, other than the broader theme of digital. The main news last week was that mergers and acquisitions that had previously been off the table suddenly returned with a certain .com offloading one of its lesser properties for a cut down retail price. On a personal note the hours got a bit long as unrelated deadlines collided with SQL servers that refused to restart and apparently sternly telling them to Sought It Out doesn’t work.

Writing:

Ah. In spite of the afore mentioned day job creep I did manage to hit more consecutive writing slots than I have done in quite some time. I only missed one slot and that was more a case of if I was capable of writing anything on four hours sleep you wouldn’t want to read it. I’ve mainly been finishing off The Scarred God rewrite, this involves substantial rewrites to Act 3 and is definitely, absolutely, positively, the last draft (not to be confused as another draft but the same draft I was working on last year). Unless someone buys it. Fingers crossed I can keep the rhythm.

Reading:

I finished The Road in time to start a new book and spent the week’s commute poodling my way through Revolutionary Road. It’s kind of a black comedy about suburbia as far as I can tell but it verges in places on that kind of early 20th century American prose that just feels like it’s trying too hard. Crushingly smart observation mixed with terribly cynical analysis that – on occasion – misses the point. Interesting read though.

Fitness:

Urm. Yes: having one of my periodic I Will Get Fit Or Die Trying programmes. I managed a staggering four sessions at the gym and am starting to feel more relaxed there although I still find the amount of nudity on display in the changing room somewhat off putting. Hey, I’m not a prude but really there’s no need for me to see that. Especially before breakfast.

And by the time the weekend rolled round I had about enough energy to sprawl on the sofa.

Next week: Actual Stuff Happens. I hope.





Today

1 02 2010

I left the house at 6.20 AM and returned at 7.45pm. Tomorrow I will leave at around 6am.

I’m so glad I moved to London where the streets are paved with gold. No really: that’s what gold looks and smells like these days.

Gah. At least I managed to write.








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