A week of Change...

... and I'm not just talking about the weather either, which has been as wild and windy as I can remember it for ages; and I don't think I mentioned the rain did I ? Still, winter's on its way and I'm down here in the far corner of England, so I guess I can't really expect anything else.

It's hard work - did I tell you that? I'm not saying I expected it to be easy mind... but this? Six weeks in and it feels like I've been kicked in the chest by a horse. Okay, some of that might be down to the flu, but a lot of it is down to sheer exhaustion.

Still, never mind, there's always tomorrow, and though it might seem hard to believe, I'd rather be right here - right now - than anywhere else on God's Green Earth.

So come on Guys and Gals, we can do this... all of us.

Oz.

Decisions, decsisions, decisions...

I can't believe that's it's almost three weeks since my last post, and I guess that shows just how intense these past few weeks have been for me. Reading, writing, and not getting enough sleep. I can't really say the pressure has taken me by surprise, because so far I've coped with it... in my own way.

Week six, and already the big decisions are looming up on the horizon. What option do I take when next term comes around? The choice is between the novel I've been working on all these years, and script writing.

As if things weren't already hard enough, I'm taking on an extra burden, a three day script writing workshop being run by the BBC. After the taster we had in the opening week I can hardly wait. I've even got a possible comedy sketch set up and ready to be worked on... 'A Day in the Life of Death.' I'll need to work on it a fair bit before the course begins, but hey, I'm here to work aren't I?

Okay, time to move on I guess, keep writing more, better. Before I go though, here's a picture that sums up for me what's so special about Falmouth. The lifeboat Richard Cox Scott...

Chris.