On this day last year, I was coming towards the end of book ten – a book of short horror stories in honour of Halloween – and I was gearing up to attempt a piece of literary fiction (fnar) for NaNoWriMo. Where has the time gone?
Time visual for you, there.
Continue reading “National Novel Writing Month”
There will now follow a short tale of woe about a self interested goat.
Continue reading “The Lonely Goat”
If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you might be aware that when I’m not writing I sometimes act as Media Officer for Homespun, a new children’s theatre company. Now I am cannily combining the two in the interests of raising cash to send our show, East of the Sun West of the Moon (which was pretty well received at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival this year) on tour in 2013. I am putting together an eBook of folk and fairy stories, with all proceeds going towards redevelopment and production costs. I am therefore looking for bright young things to donate their stories in the interests of supporting new children’s theatre. If you or someone you know is a bright young thing, please read on for more information…
Continue reading “Call for Submissions”
And I think I’m OK with that. Since fuel prices are increasing exponentially (something that affects me these days, how depressingly grown up) I forsee a lot of sweeping round the flat wearing my patchwork blanket like a mantle and demanding ale and wenches. It’s going to be pretty sweet.
Continue reading “Winter is Coming”
It is coming to the end of Dyslexia Awareness Week, and I wanted to mark it in some way.
Continue reading “Dyslexia Awareness Week”
Strange wicker owl thingy says SORT YOUR LIFE OUT.
Not you personally, me. I’ve been in limbo since the end of August – I didn’t have a break after the fringe madness, just went straight back to full time temping, waiting for a reprieve that I recently discovered isn’t going to come.
So I spoke to the wicker owl thingy and it told me to stop whinging and get on with it. Some people, it pointed out, in a voice suspiciously like my sister’s, have no legs – and they get on with things just fine. It is time to sort out the flat (which is a tip), schedule some blog posts, get some scran* in and finish editing some of these freakin’ books. What’s more, it’s time to do it all flexibly, around the edges of life and without a set routine, because the perfect part time job is clearly not forthcoming and I’m likely going to temp till I die, sometimes full time and sometimes not. I must therefore be flexible, like some sort of female google CEO. I’ve started by writing this post on my phone moments before leaving the house.
Happy Monday to you all. I am off to work.
*scran means food, non-Scottish readers
12 Books in 12 Months 