It wasn’t what I expected to see on Sunday morning, that’s for certain.
Unlike a lot of other places, it was almost all over by lunchtime around these parts, and the majority of it had melted by mid-afternoon. But nonetheless a strange little bout of weather – especially for Velcro City, whose location and microclimate means it rarely sees snow at all, let alone snow that lays in early April. I have been finding it hard to deal politely with climate change denialists this week.
Writing about music
No gigs to report on this week; the schedule has not permitted me to go to any, as I’m currently covering full-time hours at the day job due to the other half of my job share being on holiday. Some good albums have passed through at The Dreaded Press, though – I particularly enjoyed The Alchemy Archives Vols III & IV by Thrice
Writing about books
Not a great deal of lit-crit action, for the reason stated above and a reason yet to be stated. Still subconsciously stewing the Book Of The New Sun piece, to some extent.
Other freelance-type gubbins
OK, so I can finally break some genuine news here. Many regular readers will already be aware that fellow sf-nal blogonaut Darren “Ariel” Turpin has been snapped up by Orbit to be their new web ubermensch. What may not be such common knowledge is that, thanks to Darren’s great generosity, yours truly has taken over much of his pre-existing portfolio of managed author websites, and another somewhat bigger client at the same time.
Yeah, you read that right. Proper paid freelance work on a regular basis! I am totally stoked.
Of course, Sod’s Law dictates that this would inevitably arrive in the same window of time as my full-time stint at the day-job and last week’s major computer failure* … so things have been completely batshit mental in this neck of the woods, and promise to remain so for the next week or thereabouts while I get myself up to speed with everything.
I’ll be introducing my new clients here at VCTB over the next few weeks, so I’ll not just rattle off a big list of them here and now. I’m all about the individual attention, y’see. 🙂
Books and magazines seen
No books worthy of mention this week. The trade paperback of Jeff Somer’s The Electric Church turned up from Orbit, but I’ve not read a single review of it that suggests I’d enjoy it, so that’ll be winging its way to the local library at some point (along with the vampire boffers, and the fantasy doorstops** my mother doesn’t want).
I did, however, receive the latest Talebones magazine – a publication which never fails to delight visually and will doubtless taunt me from the to-read pile over the coming weeks (as will pretty much everything, to be honest – that damned stack never gets any smaller).
Also, some poetry in the form of South Magazine (for which I must renew my subscription). Good stuff, though a little bit away from the material I tend to produce myself***.
And last but not least, the saga of the seemingly endless F&SF subscription rolls relentlessly forward with the arrival of the May 2008 issue. I’ve given up wondering now; as far as I’m concerned, they’re gifts from a confused universe to a man too busy to appreciate his good fortune.
So, hecticness and genuine revelations for you in this week’s FPB. Just to reiterate – I’m absolutely freaking chuffed at taking on my new roster of clients, as it’s going to give me a chance to show I can walk the walk as well as talk the talk.
And it’s only taken a year since going part-time-freelance to get here … which to be fair is longer than I originally expected, but at that time I was operating from a position of exceptional naivete. I’ve learned a lot – about writing, about website maintenance and building, and about business – since then.
On the subject of business, though, that one-year anniversary means it’s time for me to start doing my accounts for the past twelve months. *cringe* Luckily it’s mostly going to be a big list of outgoings … but hey, that’ll all change this time next year! 😀
So that’s about your lot for this week; there’s been no Friday Flash from me because I’ve simply not had the time to work on any. I kinda feel bad about breaking the routine, but given the circumstances I think it’s fair enough for me to accept that, while I have done some creative writing this week, I’ve not had the opportunity to work it up to a point where I’m willing to share it. Once the dust settles a bit I’ll be back in the saddle, mark my words.
Right – it’s not going to be much of a weekend as far as rest is concerned, but Friday night is Friday night, and there are traditions that even us hard-graftin’ freelance types are obliged – nay, required – to observe. So I shall venture forth so as to procure The Friday Curry Of Justice … though not before bidding you all a thoroughly excellent weekend of your own.
[ * Note for geek types – Ubuntu really is as user-friendly as they say. I’ve had virtually no problems with it at all; certainly nothing that can’t be served by a thorough search on the Ubuntu User Forums. The command line is a bit of a learning curve, but what’s life without some challenge and development, eh? 🙂 ]
[ ** To clarify, after receiving an email on the matter – I use “doorstops” as a literal term in this case, because the titles I receive that I know I won’t read end up in an ever-growing pile that really does hold my living-room door open. I have no axe to grind about the length and size of novels, fantasy or otherwise. ]
[ *** This seems to be the case with most poetry mags I’ve encountered, leading me to conclude the fault lies with my work rather than the magazines. Bah. ]