So Monday I posted about how I’d been away etc and my intentions going forward. Starting afresh, moving on, getting back to writing. I had every intention of posting and writing on Wednesday.
And then Wednesday arrived, got to work about 9 and was prepared for the usual smattering of emails, project work and the day to day issues our users get. Id have free time at lunch to do some writing.
The early afternoon arrived (no lunch break yet!) and everything went to hell, suffice it to say that I left work at 5am the following morning and was back in at 10:00 on Thursday right through until 6pm.
Needless to say opportunities for writing, reading, or frankly anything (including eating) was minimal from Wednesday onwards.
But today is a new day, I’ve managed to post here, reply to my messages and might get a chance to visit some blogs this evening. Frankly though I’m expecting to look into the sky and see a comet about to land on the house because I’m seriously starting to think that someone is trying to tell me something!
Yes, I know. I really do. I’ve been away for what seems like an eternity. But I’ve got a good excuse!
Actually, no I haven’t. It’s unforgivable. I feel like I’ve neglected my blog and that makes me sad. And I’ll try not to do it again. I’ve been taking a break from writing while I get the story completely straight in my head (or at least firmly crooked to quote Douglas Adams). Not to mention the other things that have been going on such as work (and when doesn’t that get in the way), holidays (the next blog post), work and well, now Christmas.
So, for those of you who read religiously (are there any of you left?) here’s the current state of play……
I got in my car for the hour drive home yesterday and started the engine. Something was wrong, I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. I drove for a few miles periodically looking around but couldn’t work out what it was. I was missing something, I knew that for sure. I racked my brain and couldn’t think of anything I’d forgotten, the car felt okay so what was it? Turning the radio off I listened but the car sounded fine so I turned the radio back on.
And then it hit me.
Wherever you go, you can’t get away from it. 50 Shades Of Grey that is. Everyone has an opinion, everyone’s talking about it – some positive, some negative.
During the Olympics opening ceremony my wife and I had a debate about it after someone had shown me sections at work. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that this isn’t the sort of book I would ordinarily read, but at the same time I found it interesting that such a phenomenal amount of hype had been blown up around the book and we came to the conclusion it was like Marmite – you either love it or hate it.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit (as would anyone who knows me) that I’m not exactly sporty. That’s not to say I’m hugely overweight and just cabbage, more that I don’t particularly enjoy sport and never have. I was the last person to be picked for sports at school and never particularly got involved in any of the teams or found a sport I particularly enjoyed. I’m just not a physical person.
Yes I know, I’m like a bus. You wait ages for one and then three posts come along at once. What can I say, I’m in a particularly ranty and chatty mood. Make the most of it, I’ll probably disappear for the next two months. Well, I’ll try not to, but you know how it is
Anyway, enough rambling. I’ve been reading through the third book (again) and have decided once and for all that I hate bits of it. Not hate in the same way that I hated Pterodactyl, but close. Not all of it you understand, I still like the first couple of chapters, but everything after that doesn’t feel right. I can’t quite explain it and it’s probably because I’ve spent so long doing other things and not writing, but somethings wrong.
Just so you know, I started to write this post on the 15th June and have only just got round to publishing it, however, in that time some of the points I make have been verified in the national media. So at least now I know, it’s not just me
I’ll be the first to admit it, and I don’t mind who knows, I have an inherent distrust of Facebook. Don’t get me wrong I know and understand that some people use it for good means where keeping in contact is difficult, however, the impression I have of Facebook through the people I know who use it is that it’s something that’s just there to sap as many hours as possible achieving absolutely nothing.
I also know that the day is rapidly approaching where I’m going to have to join if only to get a greater social networking exposure.
Not so much a writing post (well, kind of but mainly not!), but I thought I’d share with you my experiences over the weekend.
Friday was the last day of term and our daughter was awarded ‘Child Of The Year’ for her class which we’re very proud of. She works hard and unlike our son who seems to remember things like spellings after the first attempt she has to work at it and she’s been working at it all year. I’m proud of both of them, but since my daughter was upset on Wednesday because she thought she was ‘stupid’ it was nice that the award came right on the back of her upset. She wasn’t aware she was getting it until her name was called out and the sense of achievement on her face was fantastic to see and I’m glad I took the afternoon off to see it.
Don’t get too excited, I’m talking about blog hits. Sometime in the middle of the night my 2,000th hit took place, I don’t know who it was, but I woke up this morning to it. Yeah, in the grand scale of things (and other blogs) this is a minor achievement, but you know what it made me smile and made my day.
A couple of weeks ago I posted about cover art and whether it makes much difference (here). So after changing the cover art and putting the book up for free I can finally reveal the answer to the question.
If you can’t be bothered to read the rest of the post then the answer is no. If you’re bored, a masochist or just plain curious about what this slightly weird blogger/writer is going on about and his undoubtedly wrong conclusions are then read on.