If you were to take photos of things, and blog them on a Friday, well – I guess you’d call that Friday Photo Blogging!
As the interior horticultural season has tailed off somewhat, VCTB will be supplying random pictures of interesting or eyecatching stuff – the ‘P’ in FPB now stands for ‘photo’, because I can’t stand the thought of killing off the least popular meme in cyberspace. Hence this picture of some art-grade graffiti that I pass on my way to work, by some fellow who tags as ANOR. He’s done some chalk-board work in a few local pubs – good art, if a little spooky at times: he’s big on those hollow stares and weird morphologies. It works for me though, and it’s a definite improvement over the sub-literate scrawls of the local corner gangs.
Incoming stuff this week is all purchases rather than periodicals, and mostly music: the new Amplifier album (which I reviewed the other day); the new Mars Volta album and a box set from local post-rock oddballs You’re Smiling Now But We’ll All Turn Into Demons (which I’ll do over the weekend, circumstances and sanity permitting); and the recent Bruce Sterling short story anthology Visionary in Residence (which I’ll have to fit into the reading schedule sometime soon). It’s nice to get some new and anticipated albums into the flat, though – the fresh sensation of hearing a record for the first time can’t be beat, especially a record by a band you really like.Otherwise, not much to report this week; no review jobs in the pipeline or anything.
It’s a bit early in the day for FPB, I’ll admit. This is in fact a pre-emptive post; today is my late Friday, and if I feel anything like I felt at the end of Thursday by the time I leave work, I’m going to be in no condition for blogging. I’m coming to the realisation that having a full-time job, being Futurismic’s blogger for three or four hours a night, reading regularly and trying to write fiction every day is, basically, making me ill. For weeks now, my eyes have been feeling like burnt holes in my skull from the moment I get up in the morning, and when I get home the thought of sitting in front of a computer screen isn’t exactly thrilling. Something has to give. And I don’t want it to be my writing. Some sort of rationalisation needs to be done on this issue. I’m pretty sure I know what I need to do, it’s actually biting the bullet and doing it that may be tricky.
On the subject of writing, there may be one or two of you who are curious as to how the story is coming along. Well, I’m up to about 4500 words, but I’m now fully aware that the entire structure of what I’ve written is useless. I still believe in the actual story, but I’m telling it all wrong. I know the rules say you’re supposed to finish everything you start, but the stated purpose of that is to allow you to see where you’ve gone wrong – and seeing where I’ve gone wrong isn’t something I’m struggling with at the moment. Building on top of foundations that I know aren’t sound – now that’s tricky. So I think I’ll be leaving Ascension for a little while, and starting a new story at the weekend. I’ll go back to Ascension in future, because I still have plenty of ideas for it, but I’ve written myself into a swamp at the moment, and I’ll need to start from scratch.
The only upside is that struggling with Ascension threw up some random ideas that became the frasmework for a few poems, so the week hasn’t been a total creative write-off. Meh. I’m sure I’d be writing better if I was getting more sleep – and there’s a paradox in itself.
Anyway, enough of my whinging. Have a good weekend, people!