I am addicted to stories. I need them.
The daily monotony and step by step that takes me back and forth to work, takes me to the supermarket, takes me to washing up and changing the bin isn’t enough. The process by which I robotically act these tasks comes from a mechanical part of me. Sometimes I’m able to zoom out and appraise the task; I can appreciate what I can do and how good I’ve become at it. In my experience this type of reflection comes just before a fall. It doesn’t work well to celebrate one’s prowess too much.
Continue reading “V Is For Valerie”
When we needed a bit more light in the sitting room, we’d ask ‘Can you put the big light on?’ We all have these family idioms. Peter Kay has made a good living saying these things to large audiences in town halls up and down the country.
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What makes a story? A beginning, middle, and end? Introduction, conflict, and resolution? Well, yes. Of course. But stories don’t always look like that. Sometimes the details are implied or even, the audience or reader just sort of forgives you the detail. What was the big disaster that led to the desperate landscape of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road? It was never specified.
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Post Modern. It’s a phrase most of us know in our spines. It’s like a furniture advert jingle or the basic layout of the McDonald’s menu. Sometimes I think I know exactly what it means and sometimes I have no idea why it even exists.
Continue reading “Post-Modern Life.”
What do I believe in? I believe in 10,000 hours and consistency. I believe in good things coming to those who work and I believe that this process is going to be one thing at a time.
Continue reading “Destination: Journey.”
We all have a clear picture in our imaginations of what it is to be the suffering writer. We envisage a manic depressive grinding out words in between planet-class drinking sessions. If you were at university with me I probably shouldn’t remind you of that.
Continue reading “Flatpack Hangover”
Sampled and copied and covered and coveted, Sinnerman was used by Nina Simone to finish her performances. Incidentally I almost wrote ‘gig’ instead of ‘performances’. When referring to Simone, I’m not sure ‘gig’ quite gives her the cultural docking space she needs.
Continue reading “Moving Parts”