In case you hadn’t seen it, or had forgotten that the deadline was looming, just a quick note to remind you that The Guardian Six Word Memoir competition closes on midnight on Sunday.
I’ve entered it (though I don’t think I can provide you with a direct link to my contribution, the site seems slightly oddly set up), and I found it fun, though it is actually slightly challenging – though it’s tempting to put something irredeemably flippant (which, some might say, would be in line with my life as lived so far), I also felt slightly as if I ought to try to do it properly… whether I succeeded in this, I guess others will ultimately decide.
Anyway, if you haven’t had a go yet, why not do so?
(Link swiped from Laura, I should confess.)
If you want sex – good sex, hot sex, steamy sex, the kind of sex that makes your insides tingle and your brain feel like it’s been squeezed tightly by an ice-cold hand, well… well, you’ve come to the wrong place. This is only a blog, after all, and it’s early on Sunday morning.
What I can offer, though, is Bad Sex. Well, details of this year’s Bad Sex In Fiction Award, anyway.
You want it? Then put your ‘pointer’ here.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to roll over and go back to sleep.
Well, after much promising and even more delaying, the new version of My Website is up and running. I won’t pretend it’s a state-of-the-art cutting-edge site, but hopefully it’ll prove useful for people who are trying to track me down or scout me out for writing purposes.
More exciting, though – and certainly much prettier to look at, with pictures and everything – is the news that my friend and wedding photographer Toby has had some of his pictures made available for sale online. For a very reasonable fee, you can buy a royalty-free image of one of his photos, and use it to your heart’s content.
Toby’s stuff can be seen and bought here, so if you’re looking for a good picture for whatever reason, it’s worth a look. In fact, if you’re looking for a photographer for whatever reason, I can heartily recommend Toby – he’s a friend, yes, but that’s because he’s friendly, as well as being very skilled with the lens. You can contact him via the above links, I believe, and please do tell him I sent you.
Apologies if this is old news, but for those of you who felt that ‘The Dark Knight’ was a very good film, you can now download a PDF copy of the script. Given that it’s hosted on the Warner Brothers site, and it’s a WB film, I’m pretty confident this is legit.
So, to see how it was all done, click here.
Well now, I seem to have been memed, by the ever-charming Mr Hale. Let’s have a look at the question:
Sod Richard and Judy. Sod Oprah. What would you advise people to read? Name your favourite:
(a) Fiction book
(b) Autobiography
(c) Non-fiction book
(d) A fourth book of your choice from any genre.
Explain why the books are essential reads in no more than 30 words per book.
There’s a challenge, but let’s see if I can answer (almost certainly, I’m an opinionated swine), and do so within 30 words (almost certainly not, it’s painfully obvious to everyone that I suffer from logorrhoea)…
Fiction: To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. A clear storyline, and strong characters make this a book to get lost in.
Autobiography: Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M Pirsig. Often difficult and complex, but never dull, you might argue it’s not really an autobiography, but there’s a lot of interesting stuff in there.
Non-Fiction: History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell. I was on the dole for a while, and reading this bent my brain out of shape, which was just what I needed. A slog, but worth it. Honest.
And any other book: The List Of Seven by Mark Frost. A well-written thriller, with theosophy, Arthur Conan Doyle, and many other aspects rolled into one. Full of clever twists, I could read this over and over. In fact, I have…
Just like Chris’s reply, this is my list for now, and could well change if you asked me again… ooh, in three minutes. That said, I do urge people to read the above books.
And I hereby pass the baton of this meme to Jon, Laura, and Lara. Would be interested to know your recommendations, folks!
You might already have seen about this, but if not (and I hadn’t until this morning), next Thursday (20th November), the BBC Writersroom are holding a free event on the subject of Radio Drama.
In attendance will be two writers who’ve written for radio (and stage and TV), Kwame Kwei-Armah and Sarah Daniels, and they’ll be answering questions.
The event starts at 6pm, at the Marylebone Conference Centre in London, and you have to book a ticket (though, as I say, they’re free) – full details on how to do this, and more information about the writers attending, can be found here.
I think I’ll be going along – anyone else likely to be there ? Do let me know…
…This is one such thing.
In an interview for the Writer’s Guild Magazine, writer James Moran aims a well-deserved kick at the groin of one of the most irritating and pervasive cliches about Doctor Who:
Question: Was it the old cliché of hiding behind the sofa as a kid?
Moran: […] while I did get scared a lot, I never hid behind the sofa (it was impossible, because our sofa was against the wall.) I don’t know how all these people claim to have hidden behind their sofas as kids, unless they all lived in massive, Friends-style apartments with the sofa in the middle of the room. I suspect many of them didn’t actually watch the show and are retconning their own childhood to jump on the bandwagon.
Mr Moran, I salute you.
What with this, and the fact that it’s now known by an audience of millions that Daleks can go upstairs, it must be a hell of a challenge for a lot of journalists to write about Who nowadays, eh?
…This is one such thing.
In an interview for the Writer’s Guild Magazine, writer James Moran aims a well-deserved kick at the groin of one of the most irritating and pervasive cliches about Doctor Who:
Question: Was it the old cliché of hiding behind the sofa as a kid?
Moran: […] while I did get scared a lot, I never hid behind the sofa (it was impossible, because our sofa was against the wall.) I don’t know how all these people claim to have hidden behind their sofas as kids, unless they all lived in massive, Friends-style apartments with the sofa in the middle of the room. I suspect many of them didn’t actually watch the show and are retconning their own childhood to jump on the bandwagon.
Mr Moran, I salute you.
What with this, and the fact that it’s now known by an audience of millions that Daleks can go upstairs, it must be a hell of a challenge for a lot of journalists to write about Who nowadays, eh?
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