I've been busy writing my second book, and so the blogging has rather fallen by the wayside. It's with some beta readers now so I have some time to add more drivel to the infinite ocean of words already sitting unread on the internet.
Lets recap twenty-fifteen. On a personal level, I visited Venice and Vienna for the first time and climbed a small mountain in Scotland, wrecking my knee in the process. My son started school, I got jealous that my wife started jogging and became really physically fit all of a sudden, and work ticks by pleasantly enough.
World events have been dismal as ever, a never-ending parade of misery, terror and doping, which is why this year I have spent more time with my headphones on than ever before.
The number of mass shootings in America has reached such a stratospheric level that if we simply let them get on with it, by sheer process of elimination eventually there will only be one left, and we can dispose of him (or her) easily enough. A whole new, empty country for the refugees to occupy. Yay!
As for doping - who actually gives a fucking shit? Seriously. Let them dope. Let them all take whatever the hell they want, and the ones that don't die of a massive heart attack are free to battle it out. The records would tumble every year, and it would be brilliant to watch. There would be no limits as to what the human body could achieve. If everyone doped the playing field is level again, with increased spectacle, no illegal activity, no accusations of cheating and hopefully Sebastian Coe would fuck off. It's a win-win. So what if Lance Armstrong was cheating? A. It's only cycling, a sport nobody gave a sweet damn about until Bradley Wiggins grew some sideburns, and B. Everyone on the tour was doing the same thing. It was a lot more of a level playing field than athletics is now. Give him his titles back, you fuckers.
I watched many films - see my Pinterest page for more details - and am surprised that of the three seventh sequels this year, Star Wars is the one I am probably least looking forward to. Furious Seven was everything I wanted it to be, and Creed is looking great. So is Star Wars for sure, but there's only so much excitement my body can physically handle. Best film I've seen this year? Hard one, but probably Fury Road. Or maybe The Raid 2: Berandal. Or John Wick. Ah, I don't know. Ask me again tomorrow.
Books-wise, I managed to read a lot which was nice, but really enjoyed Tigerman by Nick Harkaway, NOS4R2 by Joe Hill and Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits by David Wong. All beautifully written examples of genre writing to which I can only aspire.
I finished writing my own second book, kind of. It needs a rewrite and it has already taken a lot longer than I thought, but there's a kernel of an idea in there that I really like. There's a link to the prologue somewhere around here to whet the appetite.
I have now started on the sequel to Gods of the Green Moon, but I reckon that one is a good year away, to be honest, although there is an excerpt up on the website for anyone interested. I wanted to clear up one of the questions some folk had about the ending of the first one, and I think this clip does that.
OK, I'm done for now, so see you all next year, maybe.
Lets recap twenty-fifteen. On a personal level, I visited Venice and Vienna for the first time and climbed a small mountain in Scotland, wrecking my knee in the process. My son started school, I got jealous that my wife started jogging and became really physically fit all of a sudden, and work ticks by pleasantly enough.
World events have been dismal as ever, a never-ending parade of misery, terror and doping, which is why this year I have spent more time with my headphones on than ever before.
The number of mass shootings in America has reached such a stratospheric level that if we simply let them get on with it, by sheer process of elimination eventually there will only be one left, and we can dispose of him (or her) easily enough. A whole new, empty country for the refugees to occupy. Yay!
As for doping - who actually gives a fucking shit? Seriously. Let them dope. Let them all take whatever the hell they want, and the ones that don't die of a massive heart attack are free to battle it out. The records would tumble every year, and it would be brilliant to watch. There would be no limits as to what the human body could achieve. If everyone doped the playing field is level again, with increased spectacle, no illegal activity, no accusations of cheating and hopefully Sebastian Coe would fuck off. It's a win-win. So what if Lance Armstrong was cheating? A. It's only cycling, a sport nobody gave a sweet damn about until Bradley Wiggins grew some sideburns, and B. Everyone on the tour was doing the same thing. It was a lot more of a level playing field than athletics is now. Give him his titles back, you fuckers.
I watched many films - see my Pinterest page for more details - and am surprised that of the three seventh sequels this year, Star Wars is the one I am probably least looking forward to. Furious Seven was everything I wanted it to be, and Creed is looking great. So is Star Wars for sure, but there's only so much excitement my body can physically handle. Best film I've seen this year? Hard one, but probably Fury Road. Or maybe The Raid 2: Berandal. Or John Wick. Ah, I don't know. Ask me again tomorrow.
Books-wise, I managed to read a lot which was nice, but really enjoyed Tigerman by Nick Harkaway, NOS4R2 by Joe Hill and Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits by David Wong. All beautifully written examples of genre writing to which I can only aspire.
I finished writing my own second book, kind of. It needs a rewrite and it has already taken a lot longer than I thought, but there's a kernel of an idea in there that I really like. There's a link to the prologue somewhere around here to whet the appetite.
I have now started on the sequel to Gods of the Green Moon, but I reckon that one is a good year away, to be honest, although there is an excerpt up on the website for anyone interested. I wanted to clear up one of the questions some folk had about the ending of the first one, and I think this clip does that.
OK, I'm done for now, so see you all next year, maybe.
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