I’m in my kitchen making my tea. We say ‘tea’ up north when we mean ‘dinner’ (though we actually mean ‘tea’). I figured it was high time I blogged again, since I’ve been conspicuous by my absence. Soz.
So, what’s new? Well, in approximately two minutes of microwave time (which, as we all know, is just an accelerated version of normal time and only slightly slowly than ‘24′ time), I shall have a feast of rice, peas and nut cutlets. Yum!
It’s true, I eat light (though I do like steak -medium-rare, if you please – and had a storming calzone in Derby last weekend – it was called a ‘Chicago Grinder’ and tasted flippin’ awesome), and exercise a fair bit, too. I’m not sure A-typical author in that sense. I think most of us want to exercise, or rather, like the ‘idea’ of it, but just don’t do it.
I’m a freak. It’s been said. It has. +Pause, as I remove the rice from the microwave and fill up my plate+
I run most days when I’m not in training for a specific race and every day when I am. When you work at a desk and then come home and do some more of the home, albeit in a freelancing capacity, it’s nice to get out and smell the… er… well, the canal, I guess. Okay, so it’s not idyllic, but running really clears my head and actually gives me energy rather than sapping it away.
I ran the world’s first ever Kilomathon a few weeks back. Considering this was the inaugural event, there was little fanfare aside from a local radio station sending out fairly vacuous platitudes to the crowd – but it was a big crowd, thousands actually. It was a 26.2 kilometre event (hence the name – it echoes marathon distance but in kilometres – clever, huh?) and I was aiming- well, I was aiming to finish. I clocked in a pretty decent 2 hours 20 minutes, not Olympic standard, not even county standard, but it’ll do for me.
Easter weekend I was slogging around Wollaton Park for 10k. That I nailed in under 45 minutes – that I was pleased with. More to follow, methinks.
Dunno how I got onto this subject. But, yeah – I run.
So, what else, what else? Well, Shakespeare is outside soaking up the sun and very chilled out he looks too, the little blighter. With all the recent-ish ups and downs, he’s coped remarkably well (but then, I guess, animals do). Anywho, me and him are settled into a nice routine and he must be happy ‘coz he runs around my feet every morning. I guess he knows who feeds him, right?
Work-wise, I am well busy – both in and out of the BL offices. Been reading The First Heretic today. As I reckon ADB will likely read this at some point (sorry, mate, I don’t have any stories about cats covered in shit, but that did make me laugh – a lot ), I won’t spoil his anticipation by saying what I think of it so far… I also had the great pleasure of reading a story by Mr Abnett and Mrs Abnett (aka Nik Vincent), today. Both are destined for the Sabbat Worlds anthology and both are very excellent indeed. As it happens (plug approaching…), I have the very great privilege of pitching for the anthology too and am hoping to do a story about those bastards (I was going to say ‘loveable’, but they’re really not) the Volpone Bluebloods, so I’ve been trawling through my copies of Ghostmaker and Necropolis for all the gen.
This is my next job after/during Firedrake, which moves along at a fair old lick, you’ll know doubt be pleased to learn, dear readers…
It’s at 67,000 words and counting, so back well and truly broken now and all three plot threads humming along nicely. It’s surprised me, during the writing, how much I’ve been able to tie in incidents from the short stories I’ve done (including the audio, Fireborn). Wasn’t really my intention to layer it up quite so much, but it sort of happened organically. I’ve also been surprised by the amount of backstory I’ve got in regarding Nihilan’s and, ultimately, Ushorak’s fall from grace. Hadn’t planned that.
After the nut cutlets etc I’ll be working on it again tonight. my target is 70,000+ by the end of the weekend. Wish me luck.
Some short bursts of TV-related malarky…
My love for Fringe has been rekindled (I don’t suppose it ever really went away, but now I’m really looking forward to new episodes). The parallel universe stuff is really building up nicely and Walter continues to be awesome (still can’t get the image of him as Denethor, on fire, plunging to his doom from the top of Minas Tirith out of my head, though…).
Lost is on its last season and, much like with 24, I shall be said when it’s all over. Again, this season has really gripped me. At last, we’re getting some revelation and explanation, plus more questions (well, it is Lost). I wonder what’s going to replace it once all the black smoke has cleared?
Not Flash Forward, I think. This show promised much but has yet to deliver. Great concept from the novel, but not very well articulated in the show. Not sure I’m really gelling with any of the main characters, either. Still, I’ve got it on series record so I’ll persevere until season one is done.
I said to Christian today ‘Supernatural should not be as good as it is’. He agreed. This was a bubble-gum show, a teen channel ratings winner that was never meant to be taken that series by us sf aficionados. It’s great. Apart from a second season slight slump, it has gone from strength-to-strength, and season five (which was supposed to be final, but success means it will return for a sixth run) is the best yet in my opinion. Loving that, even if those douch bags from ITV2 would rather show Gossip Girl than buy the latest season of Supernatural (gawd bless Living is all I’ll say).
+Chows down some cold rice and peas…+
I eagerly await the return of Sons of Anarchy and Dexter. These two shows have more grit than a builder’s yard. Great stories and characters to boot!
Well, I’ve just finished my cold tea inbetween typing, so I’m going to roll it up there for now. Catch ya later, taters!