Some days are good... Some days are bad... Today was definitely the latter, learn to live with it man...
Updated on Wednesday...
Strange world we live in, how life can change so much in so short a time? Yesterday is instant history, and once more the future appears bright.
Chris
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
What is this thing called time?
If you ever met me (ask Mark and Nikki you others), you'd know that I never wear a watch, haven't done for years... nor I might add do I wear a suit. I used to, all day and every day, but I took it into the back garden one afternoon, poured paraffin on it and tossed it onto a bonfire. Man it looked good to see it go up in flames, and I've never worn one since.
That suit and it's predecessors had ruled my life for close on thirty years, and when the bank made it clear that I no longer had a role to play in their plans for total world domination, I just had to let it go. The suit that is...
The watch came later,and was a very different story. I got totally blathered one night and tried to fly down the stairs in a Leeds nightclub shortly before Xmas. I'm still certain that drink was spiked, and probably intended for one of the girls in the party I was with. But that was maybe 10/12 years ago now, and like I say, I don't have much truck with time these days. It was some 48 sleepless hours later before I learnt that I'd dislocated my shoulder. Damn it hurt.
Ever since then I've had this persistent tingling sensation in my left hand; damaged some nerve the docs told me later. Wearing a watch was uncomfortable and rather lost its appeal after that. Besides, when you get to my age, who wants to be reminded that their life is passing so quickly? Certainly not me... Besides, when the writing flows from your fingers like honey, time actually becomes a hindrance. You have to take your chances when they arise.
Ah well, two weeks today and my life as a writer will REALLY begin...
Chris
That suit and it's predecessors had ruled my life for close on thirty years, and when the bank made it clear that I no longer had a role to play in their plans for total world domination, I just had to let it go. The suit that is...
The watch came later,and was a very different story. I got totally blathered one night and tried to fly down the stairs in a Leeds nightclub shortly before Xmas. I'm still certain that drink was spiked, and probably intended for one of the girls in the party I was with. But that was maybe 10/12 years ago now, and like I say, I don't have much truck with time these days. It was some 48 sleepless hours later before I learnt that I'd dislocated my shoulder. Damn it hurt.
Ever since then I've had this persistent tingling sensation in my left hand; damaged some nerve the docs told me later. Wearing a watch was uncomfortable and rather lost its appeal after that. Besides, when you get to my age, who wants to be reminded that their life is passing so quickly? Certainly not me... Besides, when the writing flows from your fingers like honey, time actually becomes a hindrance. You have to take your chances when they arise.
Ah well, two weeks today and my life as a writer will REALLY begin...
Chris
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Strange Happenings...
Okay, here's something to think about, something that might go a little way to explain my recent absence. It's an extract from my 'Reading' blog, random thoughts about the authors on my reading list. I think it's symbolic in a way, and for the first time I think I'm beginning to understand why I came here to Falmouth.
Not sure I should be saying this, but most of the authors I've read so far haven't impressed me that much. Not even in a technical way, never mind the storylines failing to grab me by the nuts and squeeze. Then I picked up Chuck Palahniuk and...
well read for yourselves.
Saturday September 19.
I can’t believe it’s 10 days since I updated here. After all seems a while since I dragged my way through ‘Weekend’, and started on the next book on my list – ‘Haunted’ by Chuck Palahniuk. Wait for it... I actually like this one. It’s weird, dark, nasty... and I like it. So why is it taking me so long to read it, and longer still to post my thoughts about it on here? I’ve even been back to the library to see whether they have ‘Fight Club’, the book of the film I never saw... but no luck. Seems the nearest copy is up at Bude or somewhere like that, so guess I’ll have to wait.
The problem is it’s making me think – too much probably. I’ve never really liked reading whilst stretched out on a beach somewhere... never really liked stretching out on beaches for that matter... But down at Maenporth a couple of days ago I found myself reading for 10/15 minutes and then wandering along the waterline, kicking at the sand and the stones thinking about what I’d just read. To be honest it’s a nasty story, so why does it grab me the way it does? Same thing happened in the car park at Truro... read a bit, think a bit. The very structure of the book makes it easy to do that. Actually it's a series of nasty, interlinked little stories that say so much about life in the 21st century.
Maybe it's for that very reason that I like it... because it IS so nasty, and because I see in it aspects of my own writing... anger, hurt, betrayal, aggression; the very things that set me off writing in the first place. And the reason it’s taking me so long to read it? Because for the first time on this journey I find myself thinking about what it is I’m reading... REALLY thinking I mean. I reckon it’s a keystone to the journey, and bless you for that Chuck, you evil bastard!!!
Back soon,
Chris.
Not sure I should be saying this, but most of the authors I've read so far haven't impressed me that much. Not even in a technical way, never mind the storylines failing to grab me by the nuts and squeeze. Then I picked up Chuck Palahniuk and...
well read for yourselves.
Saturday September 19.
I can’t believe it’s 10 days since I updated here. After all seems a while since I dragged my way through ‘Weekend’, and started on the next book on my list – ‘Haunted’ by Chuck Palahniuk. Wait for it... I actually like this one. It’s weird, dark, nasty... and I like it. So why is it taking me so long to read it, and longer still to post my thoughts about it on here? I’ve even been back to the library to see whether they have ‘Fight Club’, the book of the film I never saw... but no luck. Seems the nearest copy is up at Bude or somewhere like that, so guess I’ll have to wait.
The problem is it’s making me think – too much probably. I’ve never really liked reading whilst stretched out on a beach somewhere... never really liked stretching out on beaches for that matter... But down at Maenporth a couple of days ago I found myself reading for 10/15 minutes and then wandering along the waterline, kicking at the sand and the stones thinking about what I’d just read. To be honest it’s a nasty story, so why does it grab me the way it does? Same thing happened in the car park at Truro... read a bit, think a bit. The very structure of the book makes it easy to do that. Actually it's a series of nasty, interlinked little stories that say so much about life in the 21st century.
Maybe it's for that very reason that I like it... because it IS so nasty, and because I see in it aspects of my own writing... anger, hurt, betrayal, aggression; the very things that set me off writing in the first place. And the reason it’s taking me so long to read it? Because for the first time on this journey I find myself thinking about what it is I’m reading... REALLY thinking I mean. I reckon it’s a keystone to the journey, and bless you for that Chuck, you evil bastard!!!
Back soon,
Chris.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
The Wanderer Returns...
Seems like I've been away forever, even though it's no more than a month. That's how long it's taken to get a phone line installed (2 weeks), and my internet connection set up (another 2 weeks). Good job we came down early.
So many things to say, but also many things to do, so I'll have to wait a few days before restarting the blog. Suffice to say we're here, in Falmouth, the window ledges in the apartment crammed with books from the reading list, and I've been wearing shorts and t-shirt combinations ever since I got here. A month to go and the course will be under way.
Life is good...
Chris.
So many things to say, but also many things to do, so I'll have to wait a few days before restarting the blog. Suffice to say we're here, in Falmouth, the window ledges in the apartment crammed with books from the reading list, and I've been wearing shorts and t-shirt combinations ever since I got here. A month to go and the course will be under way.
Life is good...
Chris.
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