Oh hey, guys. I’m still here, just about. I’ve had drafts piling up here, but I’ve not got round to finishing them because I’m still ill. But here it is: a long-overdue update…
It’s officially Christmas in our house now, not just because the tree’s here and we’ve bought the supermarket’s entire supply of mulled wine – we’ve had the first play of Fairytale of New York and that other, er, “classic”, Stay Another Day. The 90s has a lot to answer for.
Today’s Blogmas question is ‘If a genie could grant you 3 writing wishes, what would they be?’
Well, what do you know, it’s December already. To celebrate, I’m currently being too busy to start Blogmas on time! Hurray! To make up for it, a double-bill today, on just how NaNoWriMo went down, and courtesy of this post the answer to ‘what show from your childhood would you love to bring back?’ Grab a mulled wine and read on…
It’s been a helluva year, what with the whole Book Festival shenanigans, more publishing credits, scurrying to literary events and generally running my brain down a bit too much. So, I decided a last-minute holiday was in order. And that’s why I’m buggering off to Barcelona tomorrow for a long weekend.
Yes, you’ve kind of guessed the incoming earworm.
I’m not doing any NaNoWriMo while I’m away, but I will take my trusty notebook and my phone if staring at the Sagrada Familia inspires me. I’ll also be attempting to get by in a place that mostly speaks Catalan, where I’m armed only with the Latin American Spanish I used last autumn in Peru, having not used Peninsular Spanish for a decade. Ah well, I have Duolingo. What could possibly go wrong?
Whatever happens, I’ll be back early next week to make a sad last-ditch attempt on the NaNoWriMo rebel project, and see what short fiction I can come up with for the lovely folks at Shift Magazine, the wonderful Edinburgh spoken word event Interrobang (brought to you by one of the Story Shop team!), and The List’s Hot 100 entrants 404 Ink. Cor, there’s so much literary talent in my hometown right now, eh?
And that’s not all, kiddos. I’ve decided to try posting here a wee bit more, so I’m going to try ‘Blogmas’ next month: a post a day on, well, all manner of things. I’m taking some ideas from here initially, but any suggestions for things you’d like me to talk about are most welcome! And on that note, I should probably finish packing. Fins dilluns, amics! ❤
It’s November, the nights are fair drawing in, so it’s time for NaNoWriMo. 30 days, 50,000 words. At least, that was the plan a few weeks back.
In less than a month, I read my story at the Book Festival, so I thought I’d write a little bit about myself. That little bit grew into something longer and angstier, and was inspired by a couple of other Story Shop writers opening up about identity, belonging and comfort zones. So, here goes my attempt. Warning: contains Pokemon GIFs.
I seem to be 20,000 words into this year’s Camp NaNoWriMo and haven’t given up in frustration. If you’re very (un)lucky, I might do what I’ve done in previous years and post an unedited extract of the monstrosity. For now, here’s what I’ve discovered, as I limp through the notorious second week…