Hello, my name is Jason...
And I'll be your Blogger tonight.
After blogging last night I still felt like going out, but I didn't feel like a Saturday at Slimelight All-Nighter.
So I took the Central Line to Bond Street to go to the Marlborough Head. During the week the Marlborough Head is a rather gimmicky take on the Trad British Pub, but on Saturdays the Metalheads take it over.
On the way I looked in the window at a HMV on Oxford Street (I usually haunt the other end of Oxford Street, so this one was relatively alien to me). And to my surprise, they had a 'Seasonal Staff Wanted' up in the window. Nice. Hadn't spotted that one.
So tomorrow I'm going to head in there with a resume and pick up an application form. At this point I am exploring any and all avenues of employment, since money is starting to run really short.
Arriving at the Marlborough head it was full to the rafters with leather jackets and long hair. Some my tall skinny friend Mick was spinning some thrash-metal in the corner. And second surprise for the evening, I reckonised the members of DeadBeyondBuried, a technical-death meatl band from Romford, Essex that I saw playing with Adastreia at their second show. They were there with some ohters celebrating the birthday of a friend of theirs named Big Bill.
I'll mention the words Metal, Essex and Big Bill and let you use your imagination to fill in the mental image. Chances are, you're probably right.
Not to be disparaging, of course. I joined them, sipped coca-cola and chatted til it was time to head home.
Since we were all heading east we jumped on the Central Line.
Following the Herd, I jumped off at Liverpool Street, thinking that they were stopping to get food.
Nope. Changing for an overland train east.
Luckily I discovered that this train intersected with the Central Line at Stratford. So I jumped off there.
Most of the revellers were so drunk that they had been missed the train that the rest of us got on at Liverpool Street Anyways.
Tube to Leytonstone, walked home, bypassed the late-night-maccas (thinking of leather trousers) and home. Fiddled on the laptop, watched tv, went to bed.
I might have forgotten to mention it, but I am trying to thing of ideas for short stories I can sell to 2000AD. The FutureShocks etc.
I've been keeping a notebook of any and all ideas for stories that I've been having. Not a lot of stuff (in 2000AD I read that a professional Comic writer should have a dozen ideas for stories every day... that scares me) but it's building up.
In any case, Friday night I wrote a short treatment for one of the stories, and this morning I had an idea for another short story based on a sinister Knitting Club of old ladies.
Will write it down when I get home.
El, if you're reading this, take a look at this Flash Game.
http://www.samorost2.net/
It is kind of boring as far as games go, but the artwork is incredible.
I wonder, if I set myself a goal to write five treatments a week would I be able to meet it?
If you count it starting from Friday, that means I only have to come up with three more.
There's a thought.
Over and out.
J
After blogging last night I still felt like going out, but I didn't feel like a Saturday at Slimelight All-Nighter.
So I took the Central Line to Bond Street to go to the Marlborough Head. During the week the Marlborough Head is a rather gimmicky take on the Trad British Pub, but on Saturdays the Metalheads take it over.
On the way I looked in the window at a HMV on Oxford Street (I usually haunt the other end of Oxford Street, so this one was relatively alien to me). And to my surprise, they had a 'Seasonal Staff Wanted' up in the window. Nice. Hadn't spotted that one.
So tomorrow I'm going to head in there with a resume and pick up an application form. At this point I am exploring any and all avenues of employment, since money is starting to run really short.
Arriving at the Marlborough head it was full to the rafters with leather jackets and long hair. Some my tall skinny friend Mick was spinning some thrash-metal in the corner. And second surprise for the evening, I reckonised the members of DeadBeyondBuried, a technical-death meatl band from Romford, Essex that I saw playing with Adastreia at their second show. They were there with some ohters celebrating the birthday of a friend of theirs named Big Bill.
I'll mention the words Metal, Essex and Big Bill and let you use your imagination to fill in the mental image. Chances are, you're probably right.
Not to be disparaging, of course. I joined them, sipped coca-cola and chatted til it was time to head home.
Since we were all heading east we jumped on the Central Line.
Following the Herd, I jumped off at Liverpool Street, thinking that they were stopping to get food.
Nope. Changing for an overland train east.
Luckily I discovered that this train intersected with the Central Line at Stratford. So I jumped off there.
Most of the revellers were so drunk that they had been missed the train that the rest of us got on at Liverpool Street Anyways.
Tube to Leytonstone, walked home, bypassed the late-night-maccas (thinking of leather trousers) and home. Fiddled on the laptop, watched tv, went to bed.
I might have forgotten to mention it, but I am trying to thing of ideas for short stories I can sell to 2000AD. The FutureShocks etc.
I've been keeping a notebook of any and all ideas for stories that I've been having. Not a lot of stuff (in 2000AD I read that a professional Comic writer should have a dozen ideas for stories every day... that scares me) but it's building up.
In any case, Friday night I wrote a short treatment for one of the stories, and this morning I had an idea for another short story based on a sinister Knitting Club of old ladies.
Will write it down when I get home.
El, if you're reading this, take a look at this Flash Game.
http://www.samorost2.net/
It is kind of boring as far as games go, but the artwork is incredible.
I wonder, if I set myself a goal to write five treatments a week would I be able to meet it?
If you count it starting from Friday, that means I only have to come up with three more.
There's a thought.
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 6:12 pm
2 Comments:
Hi Jason,
Good going! Congratulations. This is the way to do it, write down all snatches of ideas, dreams, you name it.
Definitely set your goal of five treatments a week, just don't beat yourself up if you don't make it.
It's a fact that those who try to do one or two things perfectly turn out work inferior to those who produce a great volume of work.
Five treatments roughly done are much better than one over which you agonize for two weeks. You can always edit and develop ideas further.
You probably know this, but the reason quanity creates quality is practice and a loosening up, getting more "in the flow."
I've started a new blog, one that isn't trying to be preachy (although I think I'm just naturally preachy) and in which I'm just trying to write down my honest thoughts.
It feels like quite a risk for me. I'm used to private journaling in notebooks - I did it for years - but I'm not used to writing about my life and putting it out for the public to see.
Anyway, the new blog's at teaandthoughts.
Mine is pretty tame stuff, though. Maybe read it if you want to catch a nap on the tube home.
Clyo
P.S. Hah! I didn't need to give you the URL I'm still in "tea and thoughts" mode. And my word verifcation is "zutagr."
Cheers Clyo.
Cheered me up as usual.
J
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