Hey All
Hey Everyone,
I've been having a couple of really low-energy kind of days.
Which I realise is a possible result of me clubbing so hard over the past weekend and sleeping so little (to all concerned, no this was not done with the aid of any of the mountains of cocaine that swamp London... that would explain why I feel so flat right now).
Anyways, good news: my cold seems to be pretty much gone. Now I just have the thing where my metabolism says 'Wow, we did a pretty good job beating that cold, now lets shut down for a while.'
The good news is that I've been using the time to read the Robin Hobb novel that the Library finally found for me about a week ago. Which is impressively good. I don't know how she does it, but she has a talent for weaving disparate threads together to create a brilliant tapestry, all the while writing prose that that flies off the page.
Also: watched the first two episodes of Season Two of Lost last night, and thought they were brilliant, even if they were a little heavy on the padding (Mike misses his son, we get it!).
Not to mention: the AFI cds that I asked my Dad to send over arrived on Monday, which is really helpful to me getting in the frame of mind for the interview. I've also got to hustle to get a ticket to Psycroptic, which I think is next week (I didn't get a ticket last time I was at Stargreen, because the show was listed under Nile, the headliners).
Anyways, this place is about to close. I'm going to leave, buy some more food then plan my moves.
Over and out.
J
I've been having a couple of really low-energy kind of days.
Which I realise is a possible result of me clubbing so hard over the past weekend and sleeping so little (to all concerned, no this was not done with the aid of any of the mountains of cocaine that swamp London... that would explain why I feel so flat right now).
Anyways, good news: my cold seems to be pretty much gone. Now I just have the thing where my metabolism says 'Wow, we did a pretty good job beating that cold, now lets shut down for a while.'
The good news is that I've been using the time to read the Robin Hobb novel that the Library finally found for me about a week ago. Which is impressively good. I don't know how she does it, but she has a talent for weaving disparate threads together to create a brilliant tapestry, all the while writing prose that that flies off the page.
Also: watched the first two episodes of Season Two of Lost last night, and thought they were brilliant, even if they were a little heavy on the padding (Mike misses his son, we get it!).
Not to mention: the AFI cds that I asked my Dad to send over arrived on Monday, which is really helpful to me getting in the frame of mind for the interview. I've also got to hustle to get a ticket to Psycroptic, which I think is next week (I didn't get a ticket last time I was at Stargreen, because the show was listed under Nile, the headliners).
Anyways, this place is about to close. I'm going to leave, buy some more food then plan my moves.
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 8:34 pm
2 Comments:
Hi Jason,
Just wanted to let you know I did read your comments about your
haircut and getting my tip about the call for reviewers.
Funny about the e-mail, yes. I lost your e-mail address when my
computer crashed. In a way, though, I think this is more fun.
(Call me crazy.)
Yet I have nearly abandoned blogging. I really wanted to check
in just to congratulate you on keeping it up.
I have a short attention span, I'm afraid, and have lost all interest
in posting what I thought were (perhaps) wise and inspirational
perspectives from a "Christian" point of view.
Or perhaps I just have a short attention span for religion, period.
The argument over evolution, for instance, just annoys me now.
Get over it people. The world is older than six thousand years.
Where are your brains? Evolution doesn't even conflict with the
(American) Indian idea that the world was born on the back of a
turtle because you can view that as a metaphor for evolution!
The fact is, I never dreamed of ministering to the masses via a
Christian platform and it was, apparently, just a brief passion
to read about injustice or problems and then write something
about it (usually that we are better off, in the long run, being
more tolerant, etc.) and backing up my opinions with biblical
quotes.
While it felt really right - really great - for a while, the truth is,
I cannot keep up with the tsunami of problems, especially since
I am not "healed" myself in terms of making a living with my writing.
How can I give advice to others when I'm still struggling to make
my own life work the way I want?
It just doesn't ring true any more.
So - after this long-winded comment - I'm going to concentrate
on writing stories. That's all I've ever wanted to do since age
5. Since I'm running out of time, it's time to pursue the dream
in earnest.
Some stories, no doubt, may wind up having a theme about the
search (or stumbling into) God and the meaning one believes one
finds as a result.
But - by far - most of what I want to write about - and what I am
writing about - is not in any way about promoting any kind of
religious belief or dogma.
God knows why I am writing this to you now - I have no idea so
excuse me. Just running off at the fingers, thoughts pouring
themselves out at the exact moment I decide to check in
with you - go figure.
I have submitted a couple of stories and have another one in the works.
This is going to be my primary focus from now on: writing, submitting,
writing, submitting, (until I go to that big publishing house in the sky.)
What an idiotic idea that is, eh? I'll probably be reincarnated as a snail,
which would be fitting given how long it takes me to get anything done.
If anything exciting happens (like I sell a story) I'll let you know because I
think we all need to feed on each others successes and encourage each other on.
All for now - from London to London - isn't it strange I've just realized
we both live in London...just different Londons...
...how is it that it never dawned on me before? And why does
it seem suddenly significant now?
Jesus Christ, it takes all kinds, my father would have said.
Clyo
P.S. I's 1:09 a.m. my time. Blogger must be using (U.S.) Western Time.
Ah, that's interesting. Blogger showed that it was going to post showing a time of 10:09 p.m. But it actually posted at 5:09 showing the time in your zone, I believe.
wmdgkt, by the way.
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