Yes, I can.
I have been spending money I don’t have on things that make loud noises.
You may tell me this is unwise. You may tell me this will not endear me to my neighbours. You will be ignored on both counts, oh yes. 🙂
Writing about music:
Scuzzy whacked-out junkie rock’n’roll with a big helping of weird – think Butthole Surfers on a bong-binge.
Writing about books:
Still ploughing through the Book of the New Sun, meaning I’m falling behind on the Great Baroque Cycle Reading Project (not to mention other titles to be reviewed).
Some sort of concerted binge effort may have to occur this weekend; I’ve already had to concede that if I continue analysing the book as I read it, it’ll be well after Eastercon before I finish.
There’s just too much symbolism, and I’m getting hung up on trying to decode it all. Time to treat it like a normal* reader, I think.
Writing about other stuff:
It’s not a paying market, nor a science fiction market, but it’s one of those labour-of-love arty/designy type of magazines run by a friend of a friend, and they asked really nicely for something, and they said I could send fiction rather than non-fiction, so … I figured why not.
I quite like the resulting story, and will probably post it here in weeks to come.
I’m also pleased to have discovered Project Wonderful, an ad network that lives up to its name and which will be discussed in greater detail here some time soon.
Books and magazines seen:
Just the one this week: Murky Depths #3 has arrived, like some spectre of guilt intent on reminding me that (surprise surprise) I still haven’t read the first two.
Still, things should settle down at the end of the month**, so I can get some backlog-clearing done on the reading front.
This week has been mercifully relaxed by comparison to the last. While the above may not seem a catalogue of triumph on the achievements front, I’m quietly happy with the fact that I’ve done everything that needed doing.
I’ve also succeeded in getting up early every day – which really does wonders for the old productivity, with the side effect of making you almost physically incapable of typing by 10pm.
The universe giveth, the universe taketh away … still, I feel like I’m making progress with things, and that’s good enough for me, thank you very much.
There’s been no gig-going this past week, but I’m off to Brighton tomorrow night to see the superb stoner-bluesmen Dead Meadow supported by local wig-out psych-rockers You’re Smiling Now But We’ll All Turn Into Demons, which promises to be a great night out … provided there are no embarrassing invisible guestlist incidents, of course, so fingers crossed.
But those are bridges to be crossed when arrived at; the current span stands between my empty stomach and The Friday Curry Of Self-congratulation And Righteousness, and so I shall step forth on the path to culinary adventure!
Have a great weekend, folks. Hasta luego.
[ * For ‘normal’, substitute ‘sensible’. ]
[ ** How many times have we heard this one before? ]